this will most likely the last poem i write for you.

i'm finally over you.
finally over everything you put me through.

seeing you again, after everything, was the closure i needed.

but at what cost?

i'm not sure things will ever be healed between us.
we tolerate each other, even enjoy our time together.

but at the end of the day you *******
        R U I N E D  M E

and i don't think i'll ever forgive you for that.

maybe one day i’ll show you the work you’ve inspired.

but not anytime soon.

i’m scared you’ll hate me for the way i see you

i haven’t been writing lately.
i’ve felt content with how things are, finally.
but after that night,
these poems are practically writing themselves.

why is it that i’m only inspired after you’ve hurt me?

i have so much to say to you,

but i'll never say it,

so instead,

i post it here.

my heart is full of white noise.

you are the only thing of importance that resides there.

i wish i could be more like you.

more outgoing,

less terrified of every small thing.


more self confident,

less unstable.


we're too different,
                                                          i dont know if this,
                                                          if we,
                                                                        will work out.

i always forget,
that i can't reach out and touch you,
or visit whenever i want.

i keep thinking i'll see you again soon,
and that it's just a matter of time.

but, this.
this has shown me that nothing is set in stone.
nothing lasts forever.

especially not the good things,
they seem to pass the fastest.

you passed through my life so quickly.
i can't get you out of my mind.

please,
please come back.

i'm scared of how important to me you've become in such a short amount of time.

within days you have rooted yourself into my brain,
occupying every passing thought.

you have secured your place in my heart in less than a week.

what are you?