1: How would you describe my personality?

2: It's hard to remember.

1: I'm not memorable then?

2: No, it's that your personality is very long and hard to remember, like calculus which blows one's mind if only they could fully grasp it.

Doubt
Insecurity
Anger
Confusion
Pain
Suppression
Sadness
Whatever you feel I understand.
Express yourself; it's all there is.

This is how resentment forms:

Spark, a tone.
Smoke, a misunderstanding
Fire, a silence

Then coldness.

A short conversation
Now I'm in your mind
Tortured
What to say next?
There are so many things we want to express
But we keep it light
You forgot me for a time
then interaction
Now I'm in your mind
Pictures
"I miss you"
So simple
So precarious
This is how we'll make it
Short and sweet conversations to keep each other in mind.

Driving in separate cars
Puddle in the road
I carefully swerve to the left,
Avoiding the puddle
You speed up
And drive right through it.

Your image flows through my eyes, pours into my head, runs down my neck and fills up my chest

seeps down into my stomach, tingling

warm

light

and after a while it evaporates, leaving a dull ache.

He ripped her off

Because he knew he wouldn't get caught

"That's what she gets

for trusting us" he thought

Everywhere people will try to take away your light

impose their own darkness and make you sorry

for even trying to let to it shine

don't listen to them

they don't know better than you

but learn from them

the things you won't do

I guess he was just lost

He does things because he won't get caught

but all he really wanted was to get caught

Sometimes I have to look at your pictures.

I wonder what you look like now

Right now

laying on your side in the middle of your bed, eyes closed

greasy hair

shirt off, boxers

arm outstretched

blankets rippled

alone, or maybe not

i like to think you are.

Not that I'm alone all the time

Because I haven't been alone this whole time

But I feel so alone in those times

Or I remember how alone I am

Without you

I've been too far for too long

I long to come back to this planet

and live in your world again

wasting the summer away

waiting for you all day

then going out at night

and coming back to your bed

so we could be alone

now you're alone

and you do all the same things without me

And I try to make do

Without you