I hate you
I hate you for choosing her
I hate you for not staying
I hate you  for not missing me
I hate you for the way you make me feel
I hate that you're the person that lets me down the most
I hate how you don't call
I hate the way you can read my mind
I hate the sound of your voice and how my heart skips a beat when I hear it
I hate the way my hands shake when I call you
I hate the fact that I still think about you every night
I hate the fact that when we speak your words make me what to write poetry
I hate that you live a city away
I hate that I still write about you
I hate that I can't kiss you
I hate that I would choose you, always
I hate that all of this doesn't matter to me.
Because I love you.

Unsaid thoughts
leave me suffocating
they formulate into a wine
that will never
stop intoxicating

Setting these thoughts free
will only let more in
its a double ended dagger
pointed exclusively at me.

I am just the background noise in everyone's soundtrack.

And so
The Boy with the sunflower eyes
feel in love with
The Girl with stardust on her cheek

Sometimes I wonder how things would've been
If we were still together
Stupidly in love.

My thoughts are so scattered
that if I were to map them out
one would begin at home
and the other
would end
in the
Andromeda Galaxy