Her first name did not fit
she wore cloddy shoes &
knees & elbows were

dead skin & lived
above a bar with
a pockmarked

brother & invisible mother,
she ate cardboard, chalk,
paper & paste;

Glory was her name.

Numbers are real

Yet, untouchable.

The universe in my hand

Literally, unseeable.

My thoughts,

they’re real

But seemingly, unbelievable.

Your skin against mine,

Ha! improbable.

Longing for you,

The impossible.

I’m waiting for you,

That’s undeniable.

Your feelings?

That’s questionable.

I hate
When you skip across my mind
I seriously hate
 Wanting to talk to you, feeling like I can't
What burns me alive
 Is knowing I want you to want me
More than just yours
But make it official, give me your left hand
 ring finger
What I know though
In reality, you're no better for me
Than thy for thee
For such wrong souls
It feels so right
Heart flutters, to the idea of never letting go
Unfortunately, those dreams pop
Bubbles burst, seams busted
Filled with too much *******
Spewed all over my thoughts
Fighting this constant battle between loving or leaving
Limbo, limbo, limbo
Just give something I've never had
We'll think about it later.

I've Never Let A Past Lover Go..

They all have taken a piece of my heart

So I am left with nothing

But an empty cavity

Where my heart once was

So forgive me if you should think I don't love you.