E,

The dusty book of matches rests innocently on my bed-side table, beside a book and a clock. On the wall hangs an old photograph, of a time better forgotten. I sold the truck because I couldn't deal with the memories. My school diploma sits desolate in a forgotten drawer. These objects all have one thing in common. You. But you don't even know the madness you caused me. I got you through breakup after breakup. We graduated together. You told me you loved me. Then you left me lifeless in a heap upon the floor. Know this...
She's everything you could never be. And I'm happy with her. Maybe someday I'll explain, but I doubt it. Because though I may not do much to spare people's feelings, I pity you for being so ******* short-sighted.

Hypothetically,
From me to you.

M.

Do you think it hurts,
When fresh buds burst from dark earth?
What beautiful pain.

there is nothing beautiful about the way
I smell a little too much
like stale cigarettes and day old coffee
and not enough like the flowers
I am trying to grow in those
barren parts of me that I
refuse to let them see

you got angry
when you were hungry
you used to be sad
when our paths did not intersect
we were annoyed
at the same girl in philosophy class
you were happy
when we got to watch movies together
we were happy
sharing secrets and fundamental truths

but that's the thing.
we were happy.

i was once told that
my poems all contained
messages of hope and fate.

i realized that
my love for you is as hopeful
as it really is.

i realized that
my love for you is a matter of fate
because i truly believe that
loving someone like this does not
happen as a coincidence.

maybe im being too hopeful,
maybe i rely too much on fate.

but if it is these two that can
bring me closer to loving you
more than anything in this world,
then so be it.

i'll be waiting with these two
etched on the back of my mind
along with your smile that brings
promises of a chance.