it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch
another’s,and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart,as mine in time not far away;
if on another’s face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know,or such
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be,i say if this should be—
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands

You told me you
              Couldn't find your way
                                     In your darkest nights
So I left you a star
               A star in every poem
                               To find your way home

BECAUSE I'VE HAD COMPANY BUT NEVER THE RIGHT KIND

I thought I was numb, I thought I was completely paralyzed by the thought of you still existing
Your (absence of)touch runs deep beneath my skin, causing my bones to shake and our demons to stir
I feel a sense of contentment fall over me
our love was large, not the greatest, but it was head to toe
as much as I want to forget you and everything you weren't, I cannot get myself to forget our memories and the way you played victim
you were the worst, yet the absolute best person
If I were to see your face, Lord knows I will, I would categorize it as general and tell myself you look familiar
A familiar stranger, that is all
I wonder how long you will live in me
The thing is I never know how to describe what you were; you were not the one who got away, nor were you poison in my veins, no, you were like coming up for fresh air
You were my mystery, my adventure and I was never one to dive into the unknown

We are raised with the idea that we are wasting time. That everything we do will count towards something much greater than one could ever imagine. But when you are focusing so much on the idea of creating time worth living, you are not living. A vicious cycle of trying to make your time count when the time you should be counting is the time wasted. Live simply and love hard. Throw yourself into the new, sink your teeth into something sweet. Feel the rush of being alive in the moment. Don't count the days, let them happen and make do with the time allotted.

My sadness for you has been swept under the rug, for you are not the person I fell in love with last summer.
You are a new you
A new, *******, version of yourself.
So, I will not sulk. The you I knew is no longer there.
Maybe we will meet as strangers once again.