I’m so afraid to tell her I love her
so I only do it when I’m drunk,
or we’re drunk together
and still the words nervously tremble
they shake like orange leaves in autumn
and the wind doesn’t carry them
they just fall, quietly and unnoticed
becoming just a nuisance
to later be packed
into black plastic bags
and thrown to the curb.

Stop trying to remember his scent, he smelled like summer and reminds you of the time he made you laugh so hard, you snorted out milk on that dead, hazy day.

2. Don't waste your day trying to decipher what colour his eyes were, it'll only remind you of the galaxies and constellations that you once saw in his eyes

3. Stop trying to retrace the shape of his mouth in the middle of the night, you'll choke on your tongue trying to taste the mint he devoured seconds before pulling you in for a kiss

4. Stop reliving the times you clasped hands together, the glass plate will fall off your trembling hands.

5. Burn this list, admit that the galaxies and constellations shining in his eyes were wilted, the one in yours are bursting with fire. Remember on the dead, hazy day his laugh sounded like nails running down a chalkboard. Remember when you kissed, the weeds growing from his mouth entangled the roses blooming in yours.

Realize that one day, another boy is going to come and plant daisies where he left behind thorns.

One blacked out kiss
is the equivalent
to my broken heart;
and you were everything
I had always wanted,
but never knew
you were the reason
for my tears in
the bathroom
that night:
I fell for you,
but you did not
let me down easy
--for I can turn you
into lines
of well-versed ink,
but I cannot
make you love me

I tried to
stop you
from driving tonight
--you were too drunk
to walk straight--
but you still asked
for your keys:
"No,"
"Dont **** with me
right now."
--So, I left,
and got a call
thirty minutes later
saying
that you wouldn't
get in the car
unless I came back,
and just like every
other time:
I couldn't say no.

The trees are blowing whispers,
silently through the wind.
The sky is clear on a starless night,
with whispers in the wind.
When these whispers reach my ear,
silently through the wind.
I cry a silent tear,
into the whispers of the wind.

Let's keep this quiet.
Lets pretend it's just you and I..
You and I
Together.
Me,
On you.
You,
Holding me.
Let's keep this secret.
Between,
You
And me..
This simple thing..
A memory.