bottle up all of your emotions
until they pour out on a touch screen
with misspelled words
and whiskey tainted tears

scream that you’re still in love
even though he hasn’t bothered
to ask how you are
or if your family misses him

tell him that you are a volcano
waiting to turn all of his regrets
into hot white ashes
when he finally wants you back

he doesn’t owe you anything
except a decent apology
but you’ll have to pull that
from his weak bones

before i met you
i loved the idea of you
and who you would be

i made my mistakes
so that i could leave every piece
of who i was behind

before i met you
i was a mess of thoughts
stuck in my own head

i began to drown
in my own solitude
of perfect loneliness

you call me your sun
but honestly
you are mine

how to tell him you don't love him anymore:

1. call him by his brother’s name, the one who was always a little more handsome.
2. ask him to buy you flowers. leave them dead on the kitchen table with a sticky note labeled US on the vase.
3. turn your read receipts off.
4. what did you say? i wasn’t listening.
5. remind him how much his mother despises you.

give me all of your love
i will soak you in
through all of my starving pores

come into my bloodstream
and make yourself comfortable
no one can reach you there

let me make art for you
until my hands are paper thin
and barely work

i will love you until my heat beats
so deeply into my stomach
i become a shell of who i was

let me have all of your love
i’ll be selfish with it
i’ll keep you safe

you called me your sunlight
pulling your budding petals
out of the ground

i want to help you grow
into every person
you’ve ever wanted to be

i think you’re beautiful
facing towards me
becoming someone new

keep your head up
i’ll shine all my light on you
even when you feel like you can’t win

i miss your sweaty palms
you radiate enough body heat
for the both of us

i miss your voice
you always have something to say
and i always have ears to listen

i miss your laugh
you snort loudly enough for people
to know we’re having a good time

i miss the way you call me baby
maybe i’m being selfish
*but i need you so much closer

do you remember that morning
we sat drinking coffee long enough
for you to be late to work
and me to be late to school

you called me son
and i used to believe it
you asked me to never leave her
and i promised i wouldn’t

i think about that morning often
you didn’t dare meet my eyes the last time
i bumped into you at the market
that still hurts me

i’m sorry i left her.