actions speak louder than words,
yet those glances sneak on me just says it all.
they are minuscule but shouts a thousand meanings.

loving  you was like putting a gun through the head

you make me utter words
for you cannot get a single word
when i speak in full sentences.

we're like romeo and juliet
minus the gender expectations and suicide.



-a tragedy

i keep forcing myself.
i keep forcing myself to think that i still like you.
that i still love you.
im chasing something that isnt real.
im trying to light a matchstick that has already been lit
bu i pushed that thought aside
and thought maybe, maybe a mere spark might just emanate
the dull object.
maybe because i dont want closure.