it’s a monsoon outside today,
it made me think about us.

yesterday two cars were racing each other, one just slightly gaining past, it made me think of us.

i see 2 birds fly side by side, everyday, they make me think of you
all the time.

when can i skip to the
part where your mine again?

if you ever were at all

i wonder
if in his lonely hours
of midnight,
in spaces where
bones and spirits
meet,
do you dream of me
that way i
dream of you

am i on a
pedestal of
your ridicule
or just someone
you miss
from time to time

you told me
the truth
oh how you came
into my life,
a sacred oasis

it never was,
but i still showed up
for you

now i
check in
time to time,
even though you think
it’s best we end this-
i can’t believe you
suddenly don’t trust me

i say i understand
but what if i don’t

i tried, maybe somewhere
i knew it would end like
this for us,
maybe you just should’ve
spoken up more

im not who
you say i am
or who you think

it wasn’t stage
but it was enough,
at least it should’ve been
to me,
im sorry i threw to the
side so easily

to grow is to
let go of what is.

we become
anew, with friends,
hobbies, and environments

we become new seeds
of old flowers we
dreamed we be,
now it’s time to
sprout again

a new seed of
flower, planted in
new soil,
ready to bloom