You’re like a bruise that I can’t remember getting.
You just appeared one day,
And now I look different.

I asked you to leave and still wondered why you didn't stay...

always saying one line too much and i wrote this with my yes closed

I don't understand
so much
but the grief-- that's real  
Unexpected
Grief often comes that way

I lost the you I knew

Misunderstood-- the ways of you
Uncontrollable-- the heart of me

What do I do?
With all the love?
Leftover?

Lost with you
Lost without you

i want to write about
something that didn’t happen
it is important that it did not happen
i swore, i promised
that it never happened
i’m just scared that one day
what if it does?

in a
  mirror,

your eyes
  are the

hungry
    language
of love

the winter's
  trees
stand as barren
  as a soul
in search of
    stimulation.