when I speak
*like
this*
it makes me apprehensive of what I've missed
the days I could be spending with you
elusive
and if only identical twins wrapped in a chemical abyss
could coexist
I might not think about you all the time.
So when I miss you I must remember
you're always there
hovering in
a corner
of my own head
waiting to be remembered
and never forgotten
like the ugly pencil
found this morning
on my way home
to school
in the bottom of my backpack
waiting to be used
waiting to scribble useless rhymes
and help me forget the time
because I hate everything around me
even though its lovely and sunny
and you're beautiful
and the grins on their faces when they see me in the morning
doesn't equate
to what you could be telling me every night.