I pour myself into
your glass each night,
a toxic taste, I beg
for you to choke on.

You drain our bottle
dry, drinking desert
laps but still thirsting
for Pacific oceans.

Delving into firework
taste-buds, savouring
how we spill so easily in
nights drunken palms.

Telling me I'm cheap
stuff, liquid eyes that
keep you sober, but are
still a tempting sip.

In solitary confinement
She will thrive.
The poetry in her head,
Her constant companion

A rudderless boat
On a vast and unforgiving ocean.
Sailing through calm waters
And bloodthirsty storms,
I will guide her home

I burnt the pages of my history.
Flames of fantastic orange
And electric blue
Feasted ravenously
On past mistakes and regrets.
I gathered the ashes
And polished
My shining future

You must have seen something in me that I was blind too recognize.
I remember your exact words.
We were on a road trip, and we stopped for lunch.
I sat next to you because you were what made me feel alive.
I looked at my phone and put it away, then you said
"Who's heart are you breaking?"
Whose heart was I breaking?
Ha
I couldn't help but laugh, because everyday that you looked at her with passion in your eye instead of me, you were breaking my heart.
Every time that you went to be next to her and laugh with her instead of me, you were breaking my heart.
Every single time that she left and you kissed her goodbye instead of me, you were breaking my heart.
I laughed because I wasn't good enough for you, and you were the only one good enough for me.
I've had my heart broken, but I didn't think I could hold that kind of power in my hands:
the power to break a heart.
But you must've seen something in me.
Because today, as I reject relationships for whatever reason,
I see a glimpse of what you saw.
You told me one time that I was unpredictable, and it scared you.
Maybe what you saw scared you.
Maybe it pushed you away.
Maybe it was simply too much for you to handle.
For now I'll live with this broken heart.
But you saw something in me that I'm still waiting to see.
Maybe it was strength.
Perhaps it was beauty.
Intelligence.
Power.
Independence.
Love.
Whatever it was you were able to live without it, and I without you.