I want to write a poem for you
But I don't know how
I don't know how to put it into words
The hatred or love I feel
The confusion or pure clarity I feel
The
I feel
I feel everything and nothing all at once
I want to write a poem for you
But I don't know how

"He liked her with short hair so she cut it all off"
But what if she still likes him
And he forgot about her
After she cut it all off?

I smelled a sweet smell a couple days ago. It made me think of you.
I watched a movie yesterday. It made me think of you.
I heard a song last night. It made me think of you.
I saw a man do this thing this morning. It made me think of you.
I saw this sign this afternoon. It made me think of you.
I passed by a store an hour ago. It made me think of you.
I took a breath a moment ago. It made me think of you.
Everything makes me think of you.
I think of you.

You may love every inch of me, except for one.
That one inch is sacred.
It is mine.
Forever.
When you leave, every inch will burn, except for one.
That is mine.
Forever.
It will keep me holding on and fighting. It will keep me from drowning.
That inch was never and will never be yours.
It is mine.
Forever.

Baby pictures fill the boxes
Such innocent pictures
Swinging on swings
Drinking juice boxes
Smiling
Giggling
Happy
Growing
How can that once joyful mind turn so dark
So violent
If the past repeats itself
I hope it does soon
I would like to be that girl again

We may live in a misogynistic, male dominated world
But hey
At least women have the yogurt

You keep me warm
You hold me right
You're always there for me when I need you

You're perfect to me
You smell like home
I could never get rid of you






I love you, old grey sweatshirt