The one bad thing about,
Having guy friends instead of girl
Friends is that they're
Not girl friends.
When you're laying in tatters on your bed,
Heart completely shattered and destroyed,
And it feels like nothing will ever be okay ever again,
Guys won't curl up beside you and pet
Your hair and they won't vow to
Hate the boy who has wronged you.
Guy friends just say things like,
"****. I'm sorry. That's really ******. That really *****."

I flew to Denver,
With my heart on my sleeve,
Unsure of what awaited.
But little did I know,
You were  an avid fisherman,
And I was already baited.

The feeling of his top lip and bottom
Were like a collision of before and after
And everything between was us and now
His lips were like two fragile
Old books pages which
Came alive once more against mine
Kissing him was like
Every good thing in the world happening
All at once and shared for
Just him and I to witness
A meeting of pure liquid against
Heated fire
And nothing could pull our lips apart
Except
Time.


And eventually...
It did.

You and Me,
We could fit perhaps,
If you tried and cared,
And I didn't care too much.
But of course you won't try or care,
And I will spend my nights pining over someone
Who isn't even mine,
And we will do this tango,
Of similar thoughts for each other,
Without ever acting upon them.

I don't want to waste my time on
Someone who won't be constant
But here I am
Here I am
Still wasting all my time on you.

I'll cloak myself in your words,
And hope they are enough to keep,
The cold from shattering my bones.

I think one of the most terrifying,
Heartbreaking,
Moments
Is when you try to,
Remember someone and you can see,
Everything,
Except their face.