And the award for
The best lie
Goes to...

You

For making me believe
That you were capable of
Caring
About me.

Shall we hear your speech?

What hurts
Is that
You looked
Genuinely
Happy
To see
Me.

Please oh God I just want to hear your ringtone call me call me love me please oh God

You destroyed me,
And I let you.
You lit a fire within me
I mistook for the passion
Of poets
And I let it eat me up
And consume the light from my eyes
Until nothing was left.
I mistook you for a hero
When all you were was a person;
no better, no worse than anyone.
And I loved you.
I love you still,
And always will.
And that flame consumes me
Even today,
Because a misanthrope like me
Cannot help but romanticise such things.
That fire burns like the blood that runs between us,
And I mistook it for the fire
That warms the soul and the hearth;
That flickers between friends;
When in truth,
You were merely a lighter
To a pathetic piece of paper.

Hey.
Don't mind me.
I just wanted to tell you
That it takes everything in me
Not to call you.
Nothing important.
I just wanted to ask,
Please forgive me
When I bump into you
And can't resist sending you something.
Please don't ever reply.
Because we were such a mess;
I'm much happier this way.
But yet, in my dreams,
Your face is buried in the crook of my neck
And you're asking me
If I want to try again with you.
And there is a sliver of meat in my heart
That beats for you;
That longs for me just to press 'call'
And it really does take all of my energy
To call him instead.

(Because I hope you know that,
If you're wishing I'd pop up on your screen,
If you're almost calling me,
I'm almost calling you, too.

But you're probably not.
So don't ever reply to me.
Don't you dare.)

Hey
Remember that time
You told me,
"I don't know what I'd do
If you weren't around."

Hey
Remember that time
You told me,
"I wouldn't have made it through
Last year without you."

Hey
Remember that time
You told me,
"Please don't. Please don't.
Please don't **** yourself."

Because I do.
And now we don't talk.
And I listen to a playlist
That reminds me of you.
And I cry.

Palimpsest
is a word that means
reused or altered
but still bearing visible traces
of its earlier form.

I think that that is
a good metaphor
for me
after you left me.

Feminists will disagree
(you haven't been used;
people can't be used up.
You're not a quota).
But I was after you left me

Because
you changed me
so completely
that even my music taste
tastes of you

Despite me now
being used
differently (better)
by someone else.

Things that have been mutually frequented -
CDs, mugs, kisses,
(memories) -
are but fragile leaves
waiting to be blown away
on the winds of time;
until one day
inchoate tears
will find us there,
on the kitchen floor at 2 am,
saying wordlessly:
"I wish I'd never met him.
I wish I'd never met him."