Is it more than I think?
No
Maybe
Yes
I hope not

We were sober
You were pushing it too far
I was afraid
You haven't talked to me
I haven't talked to you
We met three days ago
We were sober
We were sober
Is that better or worse
We were sober

During the day I’m fine! 

My mind is pale pink and banana yellow!

And then!

At night! 

Everything goes black and blue inside my mind!

And I just!

I'm not a hypocrite,
I'm just paradoxical

You came into my life at the most crucial time
When I needed reassurance that it wasn't me
That it wasn't my fault
You make me laugh and you make me feel good
I can finally be myself after dimming myself for so long
I like talking to you and I like hearing your voice
You respect me and you treat me like a person, not a trophy
I don't know where this will lead,
But thank you for coming into my life

You said I was your everything on Monday
You said you missed me on Tuesday
You said you liked talking to me on Wednesday
You said "fine" and "sure" and "lol" and "ya" on Thursday
You said something came up and you couldn't see me on Friday
You said nothing on Saturday
You said nothing on Sunday

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

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

I will not think of you every moment of every day, because I do have things to do
I will not will dress for you, because I wear what I want
I will not spend every second worrying about you, because I have troubles, too
I will not agree with everything you say, because I have my own opinions
I will, however, think of you when I hear the joke you told on our first date,
And wear the dress you got me for my birthday on yours,
And worry about you when you're at an important interview
And agree with you when you've had a bad day
And love you more and more every day, until the end of time.

You're the salmon to my peanut butter
The air horn to my slow jazz
We're like a hair dryer and a bathtub
We go together like socks and wet floors
I hate you
Get away from me

For you, and only you,
I would do anything to be by your side
I would walk on an endless line of Legos
Go through the monkey exhibit at the zoo,
Listen to Afro Circus for hours straight
I would sit next to a stink bug for a while
Or even learn sit through a physics lecture
While, if you really loved me, you wouldn't make me do these fearful things,
But I would  
to be by your side
For you, and only one