the clock is 2:07 pm
and my heart is bleeding
because i miss him so much

You called me a god and I believed you and I thought you would always wait for me thought your love for me was infinite texted you drunk because you can't judge me I judge you that's how this works but I remember when you said you were an atheist and I realized that I am a human just like you and when given enough time you can overcome any obstacle and I was the biggest one in your way so you went around me and now I am alone and godless and you have found a new idol and I write about you when I'm drunk I guess that probably tells you something and I love you I just don't know what that means yet please do not forget about me

I miss you
i miss the way you'd insist on checking on me twice a day
i miss your kind words and encouragement and your willingness to be there for me no matter what.
i miss the way I felt about you.
i miss the way my heart would stop when i'd talk to you
I miss the way you held me for so long, not wanting to let go
I miss how easy it was between us

I miss you.

{KAH}

They say nothing lasts forever
So I called you my nothing.
That didn't mean I stopped loving,
I just wanted us to be together.

But I was too late.
You didn't want to wait
You didn't want to stay
So I let you walk away

I didn't realize it would end like this
My emotions a complete mess
While watching you lie there
Not a sign of life left anywhere...

Every time I try to let you go
You won’t let me and its as if you know
That I really don’t want to leave you
Whether or not what you say is true

How am I supposed to get away
When you’re on top of me kissing me to stay
How am I supposed to get over you
When we’re pressed together like glue

I want to be your best friend
But I think you’d just pretend
I don’t think you want me like I want you here
And that out of everything in the whole world is what I fear

I keep writing these poems
emptying my chest onto paper
thinking somehow
this will make it feel less hollow
thinking someday
these words won't be so tortured
but every scratch of pen
every patch of black or blue
covering something that just
didn't fit right
looks so vacant
and everything I say
is starting to sound the same
I am pulling words from a thesaurus
trying to rephrase the ache
into something I haven't felt before
trying to justify
why I haven't been able to fix this yet
talking myself into a fire
this ink is gasoline
and combustion
is something I am all too familiar with