Our
love
was a
flight
that you
and I
missed.

Do you
care to
take the
next one
out?

The less
you
tried,
     the more
      I fell
      in
      love.

And that's
been the
story
thus
far.

I wanted to
thank you
for not giving me
what my heart
so desperately
longed-for.

It actually
made a
better man
out of
me.

and the price
I am
willing
to pay,

I hope you
miss me
when I'm
gone.

There're spaces within
my chest,
         and this redundant
       motion of
             rising and falling
     will suffocate
   the very essence
of my soul.
     And as I ache
     for the love that
     your body
     provides,
I will find myself
reaching for you-
      completely
              deprived.

I entertain the
thought of
you
with a
typewriter
and a
glass of
whiskey.

And
I'm trying
so **** hard
to make
something
    beautiful.

There's nothing you can say to me that I haven't heard already.

And I know you've been hurt.
     But I would never treat you
like the others.

                 Can't we learn
            to forgive
      without having
  to forget?