This
is a poem
         because
the margins are ragged
         because
there is a lack of punctuation
         because
my fingers are sounding
all the relevances
of my internal song

god doesn't care
if i skip a comma
or slight a cap
god doesn't care
as long as I
spell the words write

this
is a poem
because

“but i miss him.”

and what can you say to that?
there are no words that can come from
your lips
that will make her forget
the taste of his.

you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b

That look,
that look you're giving me,
i could tell what it is from a mile away.
You aren't mad, no. You're disappointed.
That look,
that look you're giving me
with your eyes darkened and the corners of your mouth twitching down.
You aren't sad, no. You're disappointed.
That look,
that look you're giving me,
like i just stained your favorite sweater
the one that fits you just right.
You aren't remorseful, no. You're disappointed.
That feeling,
that feeling I get when you give me the look.
It's a punch in the gut.
A loss of trust.
A trembling, constant worry.
I'm not disappointed, No.
I'm the disappointment.

n.p.

You say you're sorry
Sorry for taking advantage of my kindness once again.
Sorry for ruining our chances at being close like we were.
Sorry for pushing us farther and farther apart.
When will you realize sorry doesn't heal everything.
It's not the tape you easily put on a rip in a paper,
its not the needle and thread you used to patch up your torn shirt,
its not the band aid you put on your open wound.
Because soon enough,
the tape dries
the thread loosens
and the band aid falls off
But don't worry, you can always say sorry.
By now sorry has probably set up a tent on your tongue, it seems to be the only thing coming out of your mouth.
When will you realize sorry doesn't heal everything.
It  isn't supposed to last a couple of weeks.
The more you say it, the less meaning it has.
I wont be around to wait for you to figure any of this out.
Sorry.

n.p.

late night
dark room
quiet house
mind on you

n.p.