I
  Guess
            She
                   Doesn't
L         O          V         E
                                       Me
                                             Anymore

You took me
Quietly and
Without any
Sort of warning.
One second I was
Running and the
Next I was on the
Ground
G  h  A  s  p  I  N  g
For you.  
And you offered me
A hand, and then
Rubbed my nose in the
Dirt. But I didn't mind.
Because somehow
L      O      V      E
Is more beautiful when it's
Unrequited.

The familiar weight of your head on my chest
Plus the feeling of your fingers laced between mine
Minus all the goodbye kisses pressed gently upon your lips
Multiplied by all the hours spent making out in my car at 12:00 on a school night
Sum up to equal this ache in my chest that comes with the knowledge that









this is all temporary.

My broken
hungover mind
Is spinning
doughnuts around
The thoughts
of you
that I can't
Seem to
chase away,
And I think
I would never
Speak again
if it meant I
Could listen
to your
heartbeat
For only
an hour longer.

When one being loves another,
They can be found in their
Eyes or their
Heart or their
Lungs,
Or some other vital *****
Necessary to specie survival.
But all my vitals are
Crashing and I found you
Hiding underneath my fingernails.

My head aches and
My heart prefers the
Floor over my own
Chest. And does that
Make me a poet?