Do you remember?
Do you remember the hurt little boy crying in the corner over the pieces of his broken heart?
I do.
Do you remember that little boy crying over the loss of his innocence?
I do.
Do you remember that little blue-eyed girl quietly arriving and listening to him cry, trying to comfort him with all of her might?
Of course you don't but you know what?
I do.

Do you remember?
Do you remember how quickly she fell in love with him and his adorable imperfections and obsessions?
I do.
Do you remember how he seemed happy again?
I do.
Do you remember them holding hands for the first time, she made the first move, both of their hands nervous and sweaty?
I do, every little detail.
Do you remember the first hug, the first kiss, the nervousness of meeting the parents, the first date?
Why would you?
But I do.
Every day. every hour, every minute
I remember.

you were thunder and i was the ocean,
i wrote poetry about forest fires,
you said i tasted like detergent and
blue roses, i keep asking the shooting stars
to explode but they won’t leave without
the moonlight, it’s been four years since
you said i tasted like the universe
wild, dark, out of control and
free to do
whatever i want

Eating less and less,
exercising with no rest,
is this happiness?

why is it
that he says he
does not
want a serious relationship
and then
he throws himself
in to the arms
of another blonde girl
who looks just
like me