i don't speak science and
i don't speak God.
i wish i spoke either,
i wish i spoke both.

i want to connect the freckles
on your faceneckshoulderschestarmslegsback
because maybe then i'll know
what love looks like.

i hope you choke
on every i love you
**** you
****
you.

After years and years of ceaseless grinding,
the inner workings of my heart are stripped bare.
Just like the screws
that hold my aging coffee table up.

Just like the love that so meticulously held us together
has faded away,
washed up,
disappeared.

Aubrey doesn't come around anymore
(she never was around)
and the lake bed dried up
(just as it was in the first place)

The memories hold strong.
For as long as the sun burns
as I will have these memories of you.
How I view them and how fondly I hold them changes as does the sea.

The weather cannot make up its mind
in regards as to how this small town shall be treated.
Treated with sunshine and warm days,
or with overcast and a light rain.

However hallow you presume my heart to be
I must assure you, my body is not the same.
Nicotine courses through these veins,
and brandy fights in vain with my head.

I wish for you,
I wish for you to be held by me.
I wish for you to be with me
and I wish for you to belong with me.

Every soul wants to belong as if it were written in the stars.
What makes you and I so different?

when you asked me why i never wrote
i told you i forgot
but if you'd looked beneath my bed
you would have known the truth

i wrote you
i wrote you a hundred times
and another hundred
in my dreams.

you were beautiful
for awhile
and in my memories
you still are
but in reality
she has tainted
everything
you were to me
so thoroughly
that there's
nothing left
of you
for me to
admire.

i'm sure
you are
relieved.

i'd write you letters
ten words
at a time
but

would you even like
reading ten honest words
from me?

maybe i'll come
see you
i could use
a ****

i'll always wonder if
you forgot about it
forgot about me
or just didn't call

i'm not sure which
would be
worse.