I look up and I see this girl standing on the 50 yard line and a year ago I barely knew her and now I know her entire body and what she likes and dislikes and that she loves me and that I love her and there is this invisible force from her to me that holds us together and makes us one, and that without the other we cant imagine a world like that.

I look up and I see this girl standing on the 50 yard line who in a few years I will see walking down an aisle, flowers in her hand, veil on her head, and a white dress with tears in her eyes because we had finally made it and everything we ever wanted was finally coming true.

I look up and I see this girl standing on the 50 yard line who in a few years I will be sharing a house with and be raising kids with that look just like her and coming home and seeing her napping on our bed and I can't help but lay down next to her and hold her in my arms thinking back to when I thought I'd never be able to do that.

I look up and I see this girl standing on the 50 yard line and thats all I need to see to know that everything will be okay.

throw thoughts aside
and take a hit
meaning disguised
as soulless ***
frictionless fire
skin to skin
if it's what I think
I must stop my sins.

I swear on my grave
That this will be the last time
I write a poem about you

I swear that this
Will be my final release
Me letting your memory go
Let some other girl spend nights thinking about you

I swear to myself
That this stream on consciousness
Placed on paper will be the last time
I waste words on you

I swear to you that this
Is the end of my feelings
That that pang of sadness
That twist of the knife will go away

I swear to Gods that I don't believe in
That I will use this as an opportunity
To learn to love myself and not
Some boy who will give it all away

I swear to everyone that
I won't look through the poetry
I wrote about you, the words you stole from me
The time I wasted, stringing words together about your smile

I can swear all I like
But here I am, crying at 10:07
Writing yet another poem about you
I swear that I'm a liar

Today my heart broke.
The pieces are everywhere.
In the trees,
The sky,

On the tip
Of your tongue.

August is the time for
Those walks in the park,

Like we used to have.

My heart lays
On the park benches
Where we almost kissed;

Before you left.

My heart slipped out of
My throat
And onto the pavement.
It’s in pieces.

Oh, pretend that you
Care.
My love suffers from malnutrition.
My skinny soul can hold
The tears no more
From lack of
A dam
And a ****.

Still,
I lived in that hurt;
The hurt that belongs to August.
There’s beauty in that.

A crisp and solemn early autumn
with fallen leaves,
shivering hands,
deathly quiet.
Then heavy breathes,
searching for some kind of warmth.

Yet it has gone,
the warmth of summer,
yes it has fallen away with the leaves,
and he has breathed his last.

Shivered hands do quake under this cold,
deathly quiet,
darkness.

Yet he has gone,
his life,
fallen with the leaves,
another death in this crisp and solemn early autumn.