You took me to the park
And we sat on the swings
We talked for hours
And I didn't even realize the lapse in time.
You're proud of me, I think.
Proud to be with me, I think, while you take pictures of me to show.
I laugh and smile, and self conscientiously act, the usual first date second date I don't know what even.
My interests, my problems. Your advice, your plans.
In sync.
I don't know where to go from here,
I just hope it keeps on going.

How can Death be so tempting, yet so terrifying, both at the same time?
I have never wanted to die more
Or live longer
I see no purpose in either
So what's the point?
I don't think there is one.

I stopped thinking about you constantly
I can now focus on what matters
But
In between shampooing and conditioning my hair
That silent moment on the radio
The moment before finally drifting into sleep
Waiting for the light to turn green
Fast forwarding through the commercials
I still think of you

I have never written so many poems for one person
I have never wasted so much energy on one person
I have never spent so many hours thinking about one person
I have never spent so many nights dreaming of on person
And I doubt you can say the same