I tried to love you one last time
I promise I did
I caressed your memory in the back of my throat
And puked up everything I wanted to tell you

Maybe this last time
Will make more sense
Than the beginning we never had

I remember sweaty bodies
Pressed against each other
Under fluorescence lights
Chasing after
Stripped clothing on hotel room floors

Do you remember?
The night we telepathically chose love?
Because I do
I remember everything

You can’t just light a fire in someone
And then get angry when it burns you

I always leave hoping someone will run after me. I’m not good at goodbyes and I hate letting go.
It’s been that way for years.
For a while, my demons left me alone and I met a few angels along the way.
The peace of having a hand to hold kept my sanity in tact.
I slept fine underneath the blankets of affection and dreamt of dreams that I knew would come true.

For a while I believed that I was happy.
I have never needed to be saved.
I can do that myself.

I just want to be loved.

I don’t think I’d say hello even if I found the right words to
However you can have this
You can have this night
You can kiss this morning
I’m very tired
I’m tired of this mourning
Your memories don’t burn
Not like they used to
But I’m twirling my thumbs
And I’m swallowing dead corpses

You left
You left twice actually
Idk
I’m tired
I’m tired of this mourning

There’s really no poetic way to write about someone who didn’t love you

I don’t think there’s a beautiful way of saying
“She didn’t love me”

I don’t know, I guess maybe I’ve been writing these words in hope of finding a way to tell everyone that she didn’t love me


She doesn’t love me.
I don’t really know how to make that sound beautiful.

Has anyone found a poetic way of writing
“She doesn’t love me” without breaking down and screaming first?

She never loved me.
It’s summertime.

It’s summertime now,
And we fell in love when the snow was falling.
Do you think dying in the cold makes more sense
Than blooming underneath the sun?
She never loved me.
She just tried to plant a seed in the wrong season.

You planted your seed in the snow covered hills.
Well the suns out now and all you can do is destroy any hopes of a garden this year.

All these words,
And still nothing hurts more than
To hear
“She never loved you”

She never loved you.
She didn’t love you.
No one loves you.
She didn’t love me.

Don’t be surprised when you come back, knocking on the door,
only to find some dust,
your clothes,
And pieces of a broken heart scattered on the floor.

Just tell them I died a famous poet
An architect of the ******
A designer of catastrophe

Tell them I fell asleep
And never woke up
Because the words I wrote
Were never enough