There is a man who ends his sentences with proper punctuation
the kind of man who has no trouble with pronunciation
His library is filled with varied nonfiction & fiction
His words are refined, only of the highest selection

His days are spent buried in books
Hours upon hours in his quiet nook
The window beside him he never cared look
Adventures and travels, he never took

Content was he with pages endless
His imagination wild, free, limitless
No need to step out where he was defenseless
Words upon words were enough, he says

Of course in time, this man grew old
His only regret was never being bold
Never knew the world was the biggest book he could hold
No stories to tell, only stories already told

1) I forgive you for that one time you slammed the door on my face and made me feel like I was stealing your air and I choked you.

2) The last time you held my hand was when you asked me if the ring still fits because you don't wear yours anymore since you've lost 45lbs through hard-earned sweat and VHS tapes of sugar coated promises

3) The pillow next to mine remained cold and unturned on nights you had to meet deadlines or run errands until 4am

4) It was so obvious.

5) It has always been so obvious.

6) I no longer knew the color of your eyes because you no longer looked at me when we talked-- if we did talk, that is.

7) I still made sure your coffee's the right amount of "Please don't leave me."

8) You sent me a text that said "I love you, Sam" and my body turned into a pile of dust blown away by question after question after question.

9) Sam. That ***** who stole you from me. Sam. That ***** who ruined my life. Sam. That *****. That *****. That good for nothing *****.

10) I forgive you for that one and final time you told me it was over because our love has already faded into wishful thinking and a closet full of secrets I don't even want to hear.

Oh! and 11) I forgive myself. I forgive myself for allowing my own heart to be repeatedly beaten with lie after lie after lie. For letting you think you had your arms twisted around my neck, for believing that I needed you when all along, all along all I needed was knowing that I deserve everything you never gave me, everything you never told me, and everything that you never will be.

If he did not matter
And I did not care
Why does his voice echo in my head
On sleepless nights

Mornings cold, sheets unmade

If he loved me so
And I did not want him at all
Why can I still see his smile
Every time I look up at the clouds

Sun blinding, skin pale

If it was my choice
And his heartbreak, his loss
Why do I find myself
Writing these lines today

Clock ticking, time slowing

If I am unhappy
And he is long gone
I know for sure I'm stuck here
Regretting, longing

I thought I was the one
Who got away
But clearly,
He's the one who got away
With my heart.

Through my neurosis
And impulses
Through my absence
And my lapses
Through my slipups
And my mishaps
You stayed.

And so...

Through your dark days
And your wrong ways
Through your weakness
And your sickness
Through your losses
And your heavy crosses
I will stay.

*I promise.

Warm thighs
Cold nights
Empty bed
Tears shed
Dry hands
Feet untangled
Messy hair
Lips bare
Nervous sighs
Hungry cries
Skin untouched
Fingers unlaced
Moans unuttered
Thoughts cluttered
Wandering soul
Time slow
So slow

This is where we are now
You, holding my hand
And me, holding my breath
Uncertain, unknowing
Uneasy, uncaring
Together, we swim onwards
Drifting ever closer, closer
In this ocean, open water
Finally, *finally.