i will stop writing poetry like a eulogy when you start making me feel alive

Do you
miss me when
you hear my name?

Do you
miss me when
you hear my name?
Does it
hurt when you
fall asleep now,
with
nothing but
your cold bed?
Does it hurt
when you see
me around?
Does it hurt
now you know
you'll never
see me again?
Do you
miss me when
you hear my name?

I'm tired of
feeling like this,
like his hands
against my body
are better than
anyone else's
ever have been.

Love me with
your words, your
body, love me
with your smile.
Take my hand and
don't let go.
Why can't you
love me?

You have holes
in your sheets
from your last
lover.

It's okay if
I'm not the one
you dreamed of,
but please,
just love me back
for now,
instead.