It’s funny,
It started with a play.
A date, to watch a friend live life
Set forth by words on a page.
Now one year later,
New words are being said.
And you’re back home,
Not here,
You’re back home
With new love in your head
With new love in your bed.
I hope he makes your heart
Beat faster than I did.

If love itself is not immortal,
Then loneliness I would rather find,
Than to live a life with love alive,
Only to watch it slowly die.

I can’t steal her heart,
But I can steal back mine
So that’s what I’ll do
In the dead of night,
I’ll sneak back
Into her life
And bring back home
What I know is mine.

Sometimes I wish life was simpler,
But then there would be no need for the poets and the prophets,
Of which I am neither.

I saw you,
Again.
We took pictures,
Again.
I wanted to hold you,
Again.
But you made it clear
I never would
Again.
And now I’m weightless
In Western Mass,
And I’m ready
To try to fly,
Again.

Remember when people used to want to fall in love?
Me too.

That was a long time ago.

Falling in love is cheaper
Than talking to you,
So that's what I think I'm going to do.
That's what I'm going to do.

I drank a bottle of wine with a friend, and after a time he said
"I haven't even figured myself out, I don't know what to tell you,"
To which I replied, in time,
"Sometimes, I fear we never do."

I’ve written a lot of love songs,
Poems,
But none more honest
Than saying
We tried
And failed,
And that’s all there is to us.

And you think to yourself,
“There’s only one girl I want back in the world,”
But you don’t want her back, Jay.
You never wanted her back bud,
Because you never wanted her to begin with.
That love was a false idea of a prize
Like something given away at a fair;
You can’t love girl who gives it all away
So easily.
No, Jay, not you,
You can’t.
You never wanted her back
Because you never wanted her to start.

A friend posted old pictures of me today,

From high school,

From another time, really

And all I can see

Is how my smile has changed

So cynically.

There wasn’t even
A single note
In the box
Of the things I owned
That you sent back home

In time
  We will become lost
     In all that we have
        Become.

It hurt to write before,
But now that I know
So many people see my words,
It makes every cut a little bit deeper
And reminds me
You all understand love
The same as me.

Many days,
I live in the present,
And I am content,
Happy even,
Until I'm reminded
That the future is coming,
And I must prepare.
I must prepare,
Because tomorrow is coming
And holds
Endless opportunities
I have yet to comprehend.

I felt
Oddly alone
Once I realized you stopped following my blog.
Because I did it
For you
In the summer
Of my 21st year
In the comfort
Of warm summer's heat
And the promise
Of seeing you soon.

Now I realize
I’ve been alone all along.

You are just some girl
I dated
Then hated.
Nothing more,
Is what you deserve.
I’ve moved on.

Sometimes,
You realize you’re not the light
You thought you were in someone’s life.
Sometimes,
That’s alright.