you shine so bright
that the weeds in my chest
grew towards you
and bloomed
into flowers
that couldn't be called
anything other than
love

he kidnapped my heart
like it was a scared little child
but soon returned it without ransom,
battered and bruised,
with a tone of disgust in his voice
and a distant look on his face.
I guess his greedy mind
got very bored,
very fast
with my broken little heart in his hands.

it's almost scary how fast
we went from
us
to subway transfers littering my bedroom floor
from the night that everyone was there
but you

I can't let go of little pieces of paper
with your city
scribbled all over them
because all I have left
is memories of you
not
being
there

sometimes I think about
what I could have done
and what I could have said
and what we could have been
so we wouldn't have ended up like
this

and then my heart
and my head
and everything else
hurts

because I did not do it
and I did not say it
and we just were not