I wish that
he could see
that she is tired
of fighting the tide.

I wish that
he could see
that she is barely
afloat anymore.

I wish that
he had saved
her from drowning
but he left her out at sea.

I wish that
his heart wasn't
shallow so that she
could have dived
into his
heart.

Maybe missing you
isn't such a bad thing.
Missing you reminds me
of all the good times
we shared and
to a time where
we were
real.

The poison
between us was
the poison
in our veins.

To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.

Although I have
Nothing to say
I still want
To sit quietly
By your side
And take in
Our love

I cannot change it
I cannot change the past
Reliving memories keeps me up at night
It's hard enough as it is
Rewriting them only adds to the pain
So many things I said and did
And so many I didn't say or do
But why
Why after all this time
Can I not stick it in my head
That I cannot change the past
And why
Why can't I believe myself
When I say that
I can only change the future

My Love (Writing)
Writing is my love that
never betrays.
It doesn't lie or
cheat.
It never complains that I
leave the toilet seat up or
that I left hairs in the sink.
It has never said, "You drink too much or
not enough." It always wins the bets,
sets the sun and skins the cat.
It's always raw and never
well done—medium rare at
worst, and never burnt.
It doesn't ask me to
do aerobics or yoga, and it
would never tell me to quit smoking;
I would stake my life on it.
Writing is my love that
will be with me until
the end.