I gasped out loud laughing, correcting you
But I just realized, you don't see it that way
Maybe you never saw it that way to begin with

What happens to deleted poems?
Do they go to the same place as aborted children?
Somewhere between heaven and hell.
A purgatory perpetuated by the misery of doubting one's self.
Maybe they condense into clouds like vapor into rain,
only to eventually fall back down upon our heads again.
In the pained expression you wear on your face,
I can read nearly a thousand words unsaid.

sometimes asking is the hardest part
the shimmery tremors almost art
opening my mouth with no sound but silence
an act in itself of straight defiance
sometimes asking's the hardest part
as my wondering comes straight from the heart

I know that we have not been the same lately
I know that there are times when I look at you
I feel like I barely know this person anymore
What hurts me is that you probably feel the same too
And there's no other way than me struggling to keep us alive
While your heart's somewhere else

You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you

Something is not right,
I'm telling you
Something is not right

I told her that she would love it, because I knew that she would. Was it selfish of me to hope that she wouldn't love it more than she loved me?