I miss you
I get how
You stopped
Loving me
I’m a lot
Of broken pieces
Patience
Is required
To put me
Together again
I wish
When you
Felt it
You told me
Instead of
Pretending
That we
Were ok
I’m trying
To forgive you
For
Breaking
My heart

Forgot my halo,
I left it on your nightstand
right next to your horns.

A tree, a tree!
He cried with glee,
Can I be up there as tall as that tree?

No! You can't! His father said, you will never be as high as that tree.

A tree, a tree the young man cried!
Can I get up as high as that tree?

"I doubt it." His young wife sighed. "You can never be as high as that tree.

A tree, a tree! Said the bearded man of 43. I want to be as high as that tree.
"No, thats impossible!" the man's neighbor yelled! "You can never be as high as that tree!"

A tree! A tree! The old man said with joy! As he peered down from his pilot's seat.

.
He is just another notch
     on her sterile bed of love.
He is just another victim
     of conquest for her thighs.
She is just another link
     in his daisy chain of woe.
She is just another span
     on his long bridge of sighs.


© Pagan Paul (21/05/17)

It was nice meeting you.

I bet you didn’t know you’re the first guy I ever tried to hit on. I bet you didn’t know I prepped for this conversation for a week. I bet you didn’t know how deep my heart sunk when I saw you go upstairs with another girl.

Thank you for being the first guy who’s ever flirted with me. Thank you for the pink gin. Thank you for the hand you placed on my back when you hugged me goodbye.

It was nice talking to you.

I know you falling on me was a move, even though you said it wasn’t. I know sitting and listening to the story of how I met J was a move. I know you like L. I know deep down she probably likes you too, I did.

It was nice that you didn’t message me after the party.

But I bet you didn’t know that I would of loved you with my whole heart. That I would of wrote you love letters and made you mixtapes of songs that reminded me of you. Thank you for making me realise that the right guy will come along, but that guy isn’t you. I know I’ll always be that girl at the party who’s name you can’t remember, or face you can’t place but I don’t lie.

It was nice meeting you.

I hope one day we’ll meet again.

— p.d.e

People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls

But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above

You'll see