August


Go ahead and tell me it's silly,
but losing you was much like
wisdom teeth

After they were cut away from me,
my wisdom teeth/you/it all left
gaping holes
excruciating pain
headaches
and extra medicine to be taken

And as much as I hate
the things listed above,
leaving my wisdom teeth inside
   any longer
would have caused me great(er) harm

Just as
leaving you in my life
   any longer
would have caused me great(er) harm

Tied down
by *** appeal and conformity,
by following directions of sloppy men with sinful ambitions,

How could you expect happiness from her too?

What a lie she lived, smiling only when commanded.

I'll tell you what's strange, my friend:
what was once the lifestyle of a movie star in 1956,
has become true of the average teenager in 2014

Maybe I'm so hung up on you because boys like you in movies are supposed to call a girl like me back and as far as love stories go, this is the part where you tell me you miss our conversations and the way my hand feels against yours and you wish you had stuck with me because yo said the wrong thing so many times  and I just laughed along and loved you anyways

And maybe I'm so hung up on the way your voice sounded when you were happy because as far as love stories go, your voice sounded that way because of me

But maybe I've seen too many movies and that's why I let you kiss me

I liked your eyes first and your smile second
then I liked your smile and your eyes
but then I learned all about you
and I realized:
You are everything I want and nothing I need
and that's when I knew what love was

and that, my dear, is why we have never been more than a couple of nothings trying to figure out what kind of nothing we could do with each other

and the answer to that, my dear, is inevitably, nothing

I like to sit outside and
think of you

the grass is fragrant
Which reminds me
of your constant overuse
of cologne to cover the
scent of the cigarettes
You smoke
and the wind
whether it knows or not
whispers your name
and reminds me that you
are a bad idea
that loving you
is dangerous
So I don't listen to the wind
because the wind
has never loved you
and the wind
has never had the satisfaction
of your voice and your smile
And your touch

And as the rain falls,
I cannot help but wonder
if someone prayed for rain