the laugh lines
that encompass the
curve of your smile
only exhibit
the nights and days
that we spent
relishing life
(and each other)
like we thought
it would last

ten words just isn't
enough
to describe
how i feel.

you'll notice
every inch of his skin,
like his prominent
collarbones
or how hollow
his cheekbones are

and you'll be
captivated by how
shadows easily nestle
into all of
his features

and then you will
know that i
have looked at
those same features
and have already
been enraptured
by them,
myself.

she yearns for freedom;
and craves to be liberated.
she wants to be released
like a bird, she says.
but i look at her
and whisper,
*even the birds are
chained to the sky.

it is midnight on
friday and i hope she's not
thinking about him.

"Please tell me you don't believe in forever. It's so cliché."

"I don't need to believe in forever when I've got you."

if only it were easy
to *"just get over him!"