Maybe we have chemistry

Maybe we have math

Maybe we have writing or reading or feelings that have passed

Maybe I’m annoying

Maybe I’m too bland

Maybe I’m just simply something you don’t understand

Maybe I still love you

Maybe I might not

Maybe I still crave the things we said but never got

Maybe I’m a nuisance

Maybe I’m just wrong

Maybe all I really need is myself all along

The rose that withered to dust in my hands

And I’m trying to sew it back together

I'm happy

Your sweet embrace
and your soft lips

The beautiful betrayal
and your brutal pain

Your delicate face
and your deadly tethers

my selfish mistake
and your selfless love

I just removed your memory

so full of raw emotion

reminding me of the times

the feeling

your poem

with a button has vanished

maybe I'll regret it in the morning

maybe I won't

maybe I'll ***** the world and run away with myself

or maybe I'll just sit

and think

about what is now

gone.