Oh how we pine and pine and pine over people who act as lumberjacks towards us.

Wild fires are not meant to be beautiful yet we still fight the urge to climb to mountains ridge to get a better view and feel the heat of the flames on our cheeks to remind us of the same feeling on our cheeks when they told us they loved us. Yet we still can’t correlate that both are equally destructive.

Sitting in a stuffy blue room with my counselor,
she speaks quiet words
to guide me to be gentle with myself
explaining that my feelings are heavy things,
I hear my fathers voice float through the air
from the time I was a child,
speaking for me to stay softhearted
as I tried to hide my tears with my baby blanket.
I suppose I am still learning.

I don't need to fall asleep to see you kissing other girls in my dreams because I know you're doing it in reality already. Either way it breaks my heart and that is the pain of a living nightmare.

You hold upon your lips lines to poems I have been trying to finish for years.

He is going to kiss other girls mouths and spill secrets into their ears during the hours you used to lay on the couch together.

A boy goes home, takes two antacid tablets and sits on his tattered couch mumbling the words ‘she said yes’ to the empty air. I realize our hearts burn for both the right and wrong reasons and oh how did my heart burn for you.