We met where the coffee’s always hot,
At a diner, same shift, same spot.
Flirting in whispers, sneaking a glance,
Dodging the boss for a secret romance.

I swore I’d sworn off love for good,
But you were sweeter than I thought I could.
Blue eyes, soft smile, patient and true
Turns out I was just waiting for you.

Now it’s love with a side of fries,
And kisses served with morning skies

words.letters. s p a c i n g.
writing used to come easy
when I was with you it was second nature
you were my muse.
my heart.
my soul.
every emotion I could write down in pen and paper
now my writing is bleak and bland
the words don’t fall out of my mouth like the water in the creek we used to play in,
the letters get jumbled in my mind and the only thing that’s left is a blank piece of
paper
staring back at my I can only see my hot tears staining the sheet
the ink in my pen is dry
it feels as if the blood in my veins has dried with it
as if this blank piece of paper I’m now shredding into two
is my heart.
but maybe you were only my muse because I needed those words. I needed this ink. I needed this paper.
Maybe I never needed you at all.

walk into the coffee shop and see you smile from behind the counter
We chat and laugh then I see her walk out with her
dark hair
beautiful eyes
and long legs
I’m envious
And then I watch you watch her
you watch her sway back and forth as she sweeps
you watch her laugh with the locals
as I sit in the corner pining for your gaze
and it hurts so much
but I know what this is between us  
it’s not love
it’s just lust between two passing souls who
might have belonged at one point
but no longer connect

perfectly imperfect
that’s how I’d describe us
if there even was an us to describe
we use eachother time and time again
you don’t love me
and I know that
but deep down I wish you did
not because I love you
but because I’m greedy
I want the feeling
the notion that i have you on a string
that I can get you to do what I please
What can I say?
I’m greedy.

I once again let you touch my skin
Let you feed off me
Using me when you needed someone
Someone to fill that void
The void that anyone could fill
But it had to be me
Always me  
I let you use me
But baby how I love the feeling
of being used by you

Oh love, it feels like I’ve just been punched in the stomache
like the air in my lungs has been replaced with poison
like my body has been taken over by some intergalactic force
as I know your falling asleep talking to  her and not me
your reminiscing and laughing with her
call it jealousy,call it hate, hell call it love
but please don’t  leave

found a old poem u wrote me today ...
can’t help but wonder
if u write her poems too