I never hated you
And I never will

can i tell you a secret?
some days, when the sky is its darkest hue
and the clouds are a light gray-blue
i write poetry.
it's all about you.

The saddest thing in this world,
   is constantly being used by him,
       and continuing to play the game, you are going to l̶o̶s̶e̶.

turning seaweed to clouds,

twisting a lifetime around,

in love, entangled;

arrested, depressed and,

interested in resting,

he's restless and friendless,

and less than his friends, when,

the nights be, come endless.

I always imagined living a beautiful life with an anonymous partner,
We’d have the same interests,
I’d treat them like royalty,
We’d feel most comfortable with each other,
I met you and instantly knew who I was always dreaming of.

I
kept
dead flowers
in a vase

they
reminded me
of you