It is strange how you were drowning and he was the one who needed space

It is strange how he cut you open and you apologised for having bled

It is strange how he broke you and held a grudge against you for falling apart

It is strange how you took 99 steps and he stumbled on one

It is strange how he never had the time to read the poems you left in his mail

It is strange how you could have had the world but you kept settling for less.

Yes, it is strange
how love makes you the person you never thought you would become.

I lost a part of myself
The day you walked away from me.
The part that loved,
The part that felt.

I used to love the bay where we watched the sunset,
now it's polluted with
sickly sweet people with their hands intertwined
with people they think they love.

We used to listen to John Mayer on the stereo
every night before we sleep,
I traced endless patterns on you bare chest,
your fingers tangled in my messy curls,
now I hate his songs because they remind of you,
so and so that they make me cry.

You used to take me to long drives
in midnight,
now you made me an insomniac who
wants nothing to do with the midnight
because it's when memories of you haunt me.

You took from me
A part I'm never getting back,
A part that took more than half of my being.
Because now I realized,
once you were gone,
I was also gone.

Random dates.
Random times.
Useless words.
Stupid rhymes.

It's not cool being
less than you can be
so I urge you--
urge you--
to be happy.

Because there was a man
who was a clown
and he danced for the children
as they were being lead
to the gas chamber.
And it was 1943.
And it was
**** Controlled Germany.

The clown wept,
each time the lever
was pulled
and when the children
became silent.

To stop crying,
he told himself
that existence
is just random dates
and random times.
There was no meaning
in reason
and no order
in lines.

All he could do
was all he did know,
and that was to give
happiness
before they'd go.

I would never write a poem about you. .
Rather I'd trip over feelings that are so true
Trying to attack.
Relive, transpire.
The feelings we once knew.
But I'd never write a poem about you.
Not about the poisoned filled lips that kissed my worried cheeks
Or the mesmerizing way you walked
Oh how you walked so keen.
No never would I speak of the way I fell in love without plan
Especially when I fell & you just ran
Why waste a rhyme scheme
Why waste the precious words I've developed to address my emotions
When I was a 3 & you were a 10
Now all I have is us in my dreams
**** this reality
I would never write a poem about you
As if there weren't already a million written just stuck in my head

When it's pitch black and blue outside
I can't help but to think
I can't help to think
About that one time
And the other time
And the next and the next and the next
Where all we used to do was stay up and text
And wish that we were breathing down each other's necks
With the brutal honestly and all the questions honey
What was so wrong about that?

When the sky is turning light and the sun's coming up outside
I can't help but to wonder
I can't help to wonder
About that one time
And the other time
And another and another and another
Where I would wake up and remember
How your smile broke through the night
And we'd fight and we'd fight and we'd fight
And then we'd go to bed mad and wake up just a little sad
What was so wrong about that?

When it's hot outside but I'm cold inside
I can't help but to remember
I can't help to remember
All the pretty butterflies
All the pretty blue lies
And all I felt that time and the other time and the last time
Where I'd fall asleep with your voice in my mind
And where I woke up expecting to be crying
After all the dreams I had of you
Of how you would kiss me out of the blue
And how that would never be
There'd never be a you and me
What was so wrong about that?

Don't approach a dog unknown to you
Holding out your hand, making eye contact
You may frighten him
Let him come to you

Don't write a poem uninspired
It won't work out
In good time
Let it come to you

Don't go out there seeking love
Like a child with a butterfly net
Live your life
Let it come to you