to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

it’s 3 am and i’m thinking of you
the smell of your sweatshirt and your huge smile too
the walk to my house at 1:32
the kisses you gave me before i knew

it’s 3am and i’m thinking of you
you said she was nothing you would pursue
but you and she still had a rendezvous
and now i’m sitting here with tears in my eyes that i’ve burst into

it’s 3am and i’m thinking of you
the mistakes i made and the chances you blew
i wish we could go back to before we fell through
but now i’m sitting here feeling simply blue

Take me home
Whether the weather is harsh or long
Place me down
Six feet underground
Pray for me while I decompose
Raise your voice and strike the force

Loose the chains
To prepare for changes

i am going nuts
counting syllables on my
fingers writing this

wrote you love letters for 8 years and on the 8th I said I was done. I know one day someone will fall in love with you, but never with all of you.
I did that.
One day it'll be someone else's turn to rub their fingers across your forehead while you dip in and out of sleep. You'll sigh,
You'll say " Iove you" but you'll be caught off guard when it's not my voice that doesn't say " I love you too" I am lost love, for all my lovers.

Blinking from
Cave
Cosied

Pelt hanging
From bones

Smile bear
And forage

Fresh Spring