I wish I wasn't one of those people
who feels like they need love
to survive.

As if the only time I feel complete is when I'm giving another a piece of me.

How is that even possible -- to become whole when parts of you are missing?

Two weeks ago
I was your "baby"

Two weeks
Two weeks
I can't stop saying those words

Two weeks ago
I was your "baby"

And now, you're with her.

You used to love
when
I'd write about you

If you could
only
see me now

I hope one day,
not too far from now,
you will want to tell me hello

and,
without a second thought,
I will want to say goodbye.

All I ever am
is heartbroken and sick

Lord, there's got to be
more to life
than this.

Sometimes I fall in love
with myself
Knowing that even though I
break it,
It still beats for
only me.

I hope one day you're sitting there, inside on your couch, anywhere;
and it hits you like a punch to the gut: that you remember what it felt like to be loved by me;
and I hope for one second you feel like running to your front porch to catch air. that anxiety sweeps over you and your fingers find your hair; that for one second you don't know what to do with your hands.
I want you to feel that. hold that. multiply that by ten.
feel it again, and again, and again.
you can't prepare. you can't repair.
it, still, will never compare.
I want you to know what it's like,
to love
something,
that isn't there.

The psychic told me
you were not coming back

I am so tired
of being tangled
in you

someone, please,
slip me a match
burn me away
til I'm through