You penned a soliloquy
yet I heard my own voice
You spoke of your own hardship
yet you gave me no choice
You talked about your pain
yet I writhe in agony
You penned a soliloquy
yet you said nothing worthy

You spoke of nothing but yourself
you spoke only of your pain
You spoke of a singular truth
you forgot to mention my heart slain

What?
You couldn't write a sonnet?
14 artful lines are not that long
You couldn't Acrostic this?
I HURT SOMEONE

No!

You write a soliloquy
Where your discourse is so obtuse!
Even in the form of Poetry
you deny me

*Is it the truth?

the way you touch me
is how you actually touch
my heart―enchanting

tell me how not to want you
(i need you to say it)
teacher; teacher
(woman) I'm writing you down

this woman is not mine
"she's not mine" - I've cried this a billion times

she is mine though
she's my morning; my mind before coffee
my night, bedtime, my dreams
she haunts me
she is light
she's alright with it, because i won't say it
she's okay with it & I'll never say it

stone ribs turned to glass
my heart had wings before this
now it wants to lay down
somewhere beside you where time doesn't move
& we're the only ones moving
I want to move inside of you
slowly
the way music does or good news
i want you to miss my hands
& I want to sip from yours

I want to kiss you everywhere water pushes when you swim, or bathe

& someday
                      someday I'll catch your bottom lip
     between my teeth & keep you there

*now teach me how to keep you

i'm walking through the woods
without shoes
feeling the earth beneath me
hoping i'll step on a piece
of you
of the love you said you would have for me
forever and ever
until our bones became dirt

(cjw)

Dear you,
I hate you. I hate you and your stupid side glances, the way you smile at me like you have a secret in the back seat of the car at midnight. The way you keep your cigarette behind your ear. I hate that ******* sadness in your eyes and I hate wanting to kiss your tears away. I hate how your cheekbones cut the air, I hate how you look in the light of the street lamps on cold nights. I hate how I want to get drunk off your whiskey kisses. I hate that my head is filled with memories, things we did, things you said and every street I walk down I hear you taking the same footsteps beside me. I hate how that bench has your name on it, I hate how my heart swells when you say mine.
I hate you.
But I'll always love you just the same.

I keep losing a piece of myself every time I feel unworthy of your time,
          then I realized it’s not you, it’s me wasting my time in pleasing you.
      So I stop and pick-up the pieces of what’s left,
                  for me to move on and start caring for myself.