i wanted to inhale every ounce of you
& sometimes i did, but
a muse breaking your heart is enough
to throw it all away  
& under my feet
i will crush those California leaves you so tenderly pressed
under heavy books
all dried up like the feelings you faked for me
every postcard, every handwritten letter
i refuse to reopen
how could i be so blind?
a complete and utter fool for you beauty
your passion
i'm always seeking passion
it's all i could see when your green eyes pierced mine
still burning in the deepest parts of me
i hate you.