We're both here
But we're not together.
I'm just waiting
For you to see me again.

Please
See me soon.

I haven't written in days.
I need to get my rhythm back
My meter, my stanzas, my rhymes
If I so choose to use them.

I don't want to sound like someone else
But I don't remember my voice.
I'm like Ariel in the Little Mermaid
Giving up my voice on a whim.
She didn't mind the choice
But I am neither mermaid nor songstress.

You're distracted me to the point of...
I don't know, exactly.
But I can't won't don't recall my words.

I need to feel again
Because it's been a week without a soul.

Night breezes cool hot cheeks,
But breezes can only be fleeting.
My skin can't cool for long
Because my temper's so hot.

Every car that passes,
I wonder if it's you.
It never is.
And I know better than to really hope.

You should know to find me here.
If you would think, you would know.
I guess it's just your
Selective memory acting up again.

You say you don't want to leave us like this
But you didn't seem to mind making us this way.
Maybe you should pick a direction you want us to go.

I can't keep doing this.

The word that reminds me of you most is delightful
Which is weird, I guess.

That's not the word I'd choose to describe you with.
Those words mostly start with I.
Interesting. Intense. Intellectual.

But it reminds me of you.
It's what you said when you met me.
The combination of your diction
And your reference to gods of old
Made me interested.
Made me want to know you.

It's what you said about a shirt, once.
Before we technically started.
Delightfully low cut, remember?
It made me think you might be interested in a certain side of me too.
That was after I realized how very intense
Those shivers you gave me were.

And you said I would say delightful things while drunk
And then we had that hour long conversation
About male prostitution in "Gone With the Wind".
The most intellectual dialogue yet, for drinking.

And I guess the beginnings are always what we remember best.
So, delightful is what I remember.

Open, but empty.
Waiting, but without expectation.
Come get me.
Come find me.

Cone take me away
From what I am.

My hands aren't big enough to be a substitute for yours.
Wrong size, wrong texture, wrong angle.

I need you, warm on my ****.
I need your fingers swirling in me.
I need you talking to me
And looking at me with that predatory stare.

I need you now.

I was thinking about you today.

Not because I missed you.
I don't think I've missed you once.

But it's almost time for school again
And you never got started unless I started it.
Or not willing, I guess.

I was remembering how proud I was of you, once.
Of who you were going to be.
Remember?
I hope you'll become someone you're proud of.

And I wanted to say I'm sorry I moved on so fast.
And I'm sorry I'm so much happier without you.
And I'm sorry I hurt you.
But I can't say any of that
Because it wouldn't be a good idea to talk to you.
And I don't really want to, either.
We never had much to say to each other.

But I hope you're okay
And I hope you're happier without me
And I hope you can find someone
Who can be the one you love to need.