he moved her
like a cigarette
between his fingers
both made him feel good
he let her in
and felt things
he never quite understood
but when he's done
like a cigarette
he'll simply turn her off.

Sometimes,
I wish I hadn't met you
and I wish I could go back
to the times

when happiness
wasn't when I see you
or when you tell me
your sweet little lies

when sadness
wasn't when you ignore me
or when I get
your cold replies

I really miss it
when green wasn't my favorite
because its the color
of your eyes

it was like
you pushed me
with a bicycle
off of a steep mountain
and then told me
to *"take it slow"

it was like
you blind folded me
and made me believe
that you're that
one beautiful thing
in a miserable
ugly
world
but now that you're gone
i can clearly see
how beautiful
this life
can be.

At night,
When all my walls fall down
And I start to strip my shields
Layer by layer
Tear by tear
I unstitch my wounds
And I find you there
Under my skin
You and my misery
Misery that's caused by the fact that I denied myself the pleasure of loving you
So many times
That now I can only live with that fact
That I can't act
That I wonder
If I stare at the phone long enough
If I pray hard enough
If I wish on the right stars
at the right moments of time
Will you recognize my existence
Will I hear your voice
And every atom of me jump when I hear you say you miss me
What are the chances
Of finding something you lost once again
I wonder till my tears run out
Till the sun rises
And my walls are rebuilt
And you no longer exist
Till night.

we haven't spoken a word
in months
but the thought of you
hasn't left my mind
not once

the doors
might look
closed
in your way

but try
and get close
anyway

for they
might be
automatic