i think i fell
more in love
with the person
i made up
in my head
than the person
sitting right
in front of me.

i hate how i always
seem to forgot to
cherish every moment
when it occurs

i hate how i always
seem to forgot to
cherish every person
while i am loving them

so a year later,
when i look back
at those memories;
well, that's all these
places and people
become.

they become
**memories.

"stop missing him,"*
i whisper to myself
as i try to wash
your name
out of my mouth;
bathe my body
from your touch
and cleanse my soul
from your love.

as the hot water
cascades over my body
and the dull gleam
of the procelain bathtub
blurs in my
peripheral vision,
i am in a slight trance
of contemplation.

*(as simple as
they may seem
showers truly are
the best times
to think.)

it's unfortunate that i forgot
to put a fragile sign on my heart
because when i started to give it away
the receiver certainly did not
*handle with care

the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them