Oh, from a starving lady to a man,
This can't be more than just a little show!
Say then, what if there is some higher plan?
Don't say you'll love a girl who you don't know!
I cannot say your love is false or dull,
Nor can I ever say she's not a dame
But I can say my heart is twice as full
Of poems that are titled with your name.

So, if the words you say to her are true,
Then you go have your fun and I will stay--
Outside and all alone and without you,
My heart will sing those words you'll never say.
My love is thus-- My love is always so
That what is in your heart I'll never know.

i have not ever loved in this capacity.
if only it could mean something-
anything
to you.
two years ago, alone,
quiet and meek and afraid
i would not have known the difference,
whether you were to stay or go
or whether i were to stay or go

now, in passing, i see your once-kind eyes
as non-newtonian oceans,
and you do not fear tomorrow without me

but my love, i can not face my tomorrow without you.

I had sent your world a-turning,
Laughing as it twirled away
So I feel regrets now burning
"Please come back to me," I say.

I was so very almost
Clean of you
Until I picked up the phone
And in seven small digits
Threw all that in the gutter.

We're just kids
And this love is somehow invalidated by
Age and naïveté
But all this nothing
Is worth more than
So many somethings.

See you then.

By this time last year
I could work to forget you
And I did well except to think of your hurts and
Those little pains that seemed to ripple through your heart
And by this time last year, that was all.
I didn't have to prove to you these little split-ended loves and
Shallow hopes and
Careful kisses.
But by this time last year
I had the hope of another.
It's silly to know it was a lie to love someone else,
Like I had never felt before you, and not for a moment after I
Lapsed into that bitter cold uncaring that you were so afraid of.

It's a feat that I ever left.
What was it you said, my dear?
Oh, and who am I?

But we are
simply
not made
to only see
each other
when we
wake every
morning.
I've lost
you.

and quietly I asked
for just "a favor"
with my arms, before consent,
finding you.

what was broken isn't just
fixed like that
with a little hug or
a few little words
but I like to think
that we've found a frame
for the shattered glass pieces of us