I think of you
Like a nursery rhyme
That  plays on repeat
In my head

You were the boy
Eating the pie
Kissing the girls
Until I cried

You wore red
And slept in beds
Not caring
If they weren’t mine

You were the
Little twinkle
In the little star
I just didn’t know how far

You were spider
That sat beside her
And pretended
You didn’t bite

You were the Jack
Who went up the hill
And when we fell
You disappeared

You were the rhyme
That ended my dream
That there would be
A happy ending

I hate the way
You left me
On a Sunday
With no call

You disrupted dreams
With a preposter
Who wasn’t
You at all

I was left
To grieve alone.
My tears fell
I hit a wall

You said eternity
Which wasn’t true
Now I’m sad

If I sit
Still enough
Maybe no one
Will notice

If I stay
So quiet
Maybe no one
Will hear

If I linger
Out of sight
Maybe no one
Will care

If I scream
Into the dark
Maybe no one
Will  shiver

If I fall
By myself
Maybe no one
Will follow

It’s off
The feeling
The day
The time

It’s wrong
The moment
The space
The air

It’s weird
The groove
The vibe
The aura

It’s me
The one
The girl
The stranger

Tonight
I’m on the edge
It glistens
Beckoning me
To join

I see
The darkness
With its shimmer
Telling me it’s ok

The blade
Is sharp
Full of promises
Of peace

I’m wise
To the beckoning
As sleep rushes
Over the pain.

You are straight lines
I am scribbles

You are clean floors
I am dust bunnies

You are hospital corners
I am an unmade beds

You are perfect creases
I am wrinkled pants

You are straight and narrow
I am slightly off course

You are the one
I am the forgotten

You are in love
I am so afraid

I miss the early us
Where our clothes
Hit the floor
Before our eyes met

I miss the early us
Where we expected
Nothing but
Before the truths surfaced

I miss the early us
Where mornings
We’re lazy
Before days changed us.

I miss the early us
Where dreams existed
In our heads
Before reality set it