today I read a story about a man
with a br
oken heart.

I compared him to me
and you
and I
to us

what we were
what we tried to be
what you thought I was...

I'm glad I lost it

because, he is not you
but then again.
I'm not really her either.

I screamed against the wind
heard my voice echo
memories echoed

I walked to the park bench
and I hoped to find you there

In the streets
and the rain
I danced
and sang your name
hoping that you would show

In the midst of all this chaos,
I really hoped that you would show
.

I asked the ocean to let me drink from her.
She said that it's a sin to drink alone/

I saw how the ocean swallowed the sun
and he allowed it
(because he was alone, or lonely?)

I considered following suit.

I fell onto my back
I watched the origami in the sky
and I killed memories I never had.