For the longest time
I wanted to thank you, thief
for stealing my heart.
I thought it'd be better off
in someone else's hands anyway,
because I sure as hell
didn't take good care of it.

Can you tell me about the time
you carefully held it close?
because I'm sure
that you can remember that
because that's all you want
to remember.

It was your
little pet.
and I can't tell you
how much it meant to me
that you found it so
intriguing...
but I can't tell you
how much it hurt when
it stopped being something special
and started being
just another animal

Don't you remember
how much fun you
had with it?
Mm..

But you don't remember
watching it struggle
to breathe in
and out?

Because it seems like
despite that
all I can remember now
is your tightening grip
suffocating it
carelessly
and your acidic lip
spouting seemingly
ceaseless
abuse

Tell me about the time
you played with it
until it was broken
and it bored you

Because I can sure
remember that.
But can you?

keep your head up my love, and remember that
if it doesn’t work out, your best friend is still
willing to share custody of a cat with you.
you can still move into that apartment
in New York with the windows that overlook
the pale city lights. it just doesn’t have to be
with him. there are others who will love you
much better than he did, and he will build you
a window seat next to that city view
so that you will be inspired to write poetry.
just live for yourself, sweet girl, and all will be well.

she has planets in her eyes
and dreams of unseen lands.
the tattoos across her body
a map of the places she’s been.
she could go anywhere,
but she longs to go to space.
she’ll do it with rainbow hair,
laughter in her heart,
and a smile on her face.

Sometimes the space between us
Vibrates with the words we aren't saying
Perhaps that's not an accurate description
Maybe it's more like waves upon a shoreline
Gentle at times, at others forceful
But
        Always
                        Present

Some­times I wonder
Which one of us is the moon in this analogy
Or does it not matter?

if you love them
Let them go
if you hate them
Let them go
But don't let them go
for them
Let them go
for you
Free them
and Free yourself

two years later, I can finally
listen to our songs without
thinking about us singing them.
that's what they call progress.

the first time you called me crying,
there was a wasp in your living room.
I ran over as fast as I could. I killed
the wasp, picked you up off the
bathroom floor, and took you to the mall.
this is the sort of excitement you bring
into everyday life. the next time you
called me crying, he was gone. I could
run as fast as I could, but no matter
how much I wanted to, I couldn’t just
pick you up off the bathroom floor and
take you to the mall. not this time.

Sometimes
I'll drift
into the past
Away from all the light

The dark-
ness swells
around me fast
I can't tell left from right

Alone
I float
in what was real
Convinced that now it is

But all
these things
that I can feel
Are only that which was

Delusions of the insecure
Delusions, nothing more

my best friend would say
that I’m crazy for wanting you back.
most of the time, I try to convince myself
that it’s just the nostalgia talking,
but four o clock in the morning
is when the secrets come out.

I hope you find great things
wherever you're going.
perhaps one day, I'll have
the courage to start looking.