I never regretted anything more  in my life
than that night you asked me to go on a date
two days before you decided
that your love was meant for someone else.

I don't know who you think I am
But because of you I'll never be the person I thought I once was

we were living in a haze
and killing each other slowly
with soft spoken words
creating our own kind of poetry

Its sad to say that my only inspiration
is anxiety caused by seperation
which is basically admitting
that you are my only inspiration

Our love was all about
The romantic meaning of
******* ****
and composing moans
from the back of our throats
the fondling of *******
and
whispering each other
that we were in love
under our breaths

I will never understand
how it was merely
play pretend

I love maths
it proves that we were
just another mish mash
of geometric nonsense
refusing to accept
that you were a square
and that I was a circle
and that organic movements
do not match
with corners
and straight lines