I was once her
Now I'm not

But I still
Love her
And the person
She became
And the person
She could be

And life
carrys on

i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe

You were always loving me "despite"
I needed you to love me "because"

your letters, written to coax an empty heart.
an illusion written with dying lead,
begging to fade away.
it is still beautiful, marching in formation
on the loose leaf paper towards the end.
your signature,
which stands to be the only thing left true.
I keep it,
a reminder how lies are beautiful
in your handwriting.

i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall