i looked at your picture
so often
that i could no longer
recognize you.

*(maybe i had been looking too closely)

if only it were easy
to *"just get over him!"

"Please tell me you don't believe in forever. It's so cliché."

"I don't need to believe in forever when I've got you."

it is midnight on
friday and i hope she's not
thinking about him.

she yearns for freedom;
and craves to be liberated.
she wants to be released
like a bird, she says.
but i look at her
and whisper,
*even the birds are
chained to the sky.

you'll notice
every inch of his skin,
like his prominent
collarbones
or how hollow
his cheekbones are

and you'll be
captivated by how
shadows easily nestle
into all of
his features

and then you will
know that i
have looked at
those same features
and have already
been enraptured
by them,
myself.

ten words just isn't
enough
to describe
how i feel.

the laugh lines
that encompass the
curve of your smile
only exhibit
the nights and days
that we spent
relishing life
(and each other)
like we thought
it would last

it's unfortunate that i forgot
to put a fragile sign on my heart
because when i started to give it away
the receiver certainly did not
*handle with care

as the hot water
cascades over my body
and the dull gleam
of the procelain bathtub
blurs in my
peripheral vision,
i am in a slight trance
of contemplation.

*(as simple as
they may seem
showers truly are
the best times
to think.)