you said you've really been enjoying our conversations lately

& that you'd love to get some coffee soon.

i can't let myself know you that way, i think we'd hurt each other greatly.

if you really saw, would you like how i look, beneath the light of the moon?

you were there
until you weren't.

you made your
presence & absence
a seamless transition,
a folk tale for your passing disposition.

so much so
they became synonymous
until your name
became one with anonymous . . .

I don't miss people
I miss the parts of me I gave them

i am a hopeless romantic
with suicidal antics
that cant seem to love herself

she cant seem to nudge herself
out of depressive episodes
but she has expressive goals
to fall in love

to call on love
for several favors
and she has several wagers
that "this one will be 'the one'"
that what ever is done
can be undone
and that she will be okay
because one day love will fix it all

she is a pathetic romantic
with an optimistic aesthetic
and a manic
personality