You're up a little late
Aren't you?

The light in your windows
Tells me all
I need to know

I'm livin'
In the past
Since the past
Was so much
Better
Than Now

In the past,
You loved me

Now,
You don't

There is a certain
Ache
Familiar to me
But worse this time

We met on the subway
At the Subway
No-
But there was a blunder
So it qualifies

I was drunk
On Angry Orchard
Unfiltered
The drink and I
Had that in common

But you were
Sweet to me

And so
So
So
So cute

The real thing

I could feel it

Could you?

Would, coulda,
Shoulda
Spent my days
Crocheting blankets
For my cats,

But noooooo

I had to spend
All that time
Writing poetry
About you.

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You quiet the tempest
Of my emotions
With the stillness
Of your love

I'm only hit again
By the tidal wave
Of my infatuation
After you leave

But in those
Private moments
Where I feel so safe
I melt into you

At. Every. Opportunity.

That quiet calm
Which evades me
Most days
Is freely mine, with you

And my love
Slows down
And breathes
Your scent

And it trusts you <3

Your eyes reminded me
Of my cats
With wiiiide
Open pupils
Dreamily taking in
So much
Of the world

At least you listened.
At least you cared.
At the
Very least,
You didn't lie to me
Again.

So, you aren't him.
So what?
I'm supposed to
Save myself, aren't I?
It could never be
Your fault,
My misery.

Mm, but how
Good of friends
Your warm arms
And my cold
Waist
Could be,
Separable
Only by necessity.

If only!
If only!
If only!
I could ever
Have been worth
The trouble...

Dear River,

First of all, *******.

I found the letter you left in my car. "******* when you find this," you said.

I have a bad habit
Of falling for guys
Who SEEM different.

**** me, it looks like
You're not
A c t u a l l y
Different.

There are
Three things
Every guy
Has in common:

1. They lie
2. They cheat
3. They think they're somehow above EVERY OTHER GUY

I bet if I
Reeeeeally wanted to,
I could have your ****
And your heart
And your soul,

But your righteous
Indignation
"Protects" you.

Have fun with your good, Christian girlfriend. Have fun with your vanilla ***. Have fun with living for others.

I'll
Be
Miserable

Until I meet the next one.

And I hope you enjoy
The poetry
I write about him.

Last of all, *******.

Always,
Cydney

You were the song
On repeat
But I didn't mind

All along
Your goodbye
Was a sad crescendo

My dissonance
Rang clear in the night
To interrupt your aria

Maybe it won't
be so bad
if he hates me

But you thanked me,

And

The night
Wil end
As all
Nights do

I'll always be
In love
With you
<3

...what you thought was a frisbee turns out to be a boomerang.