i wish
i could say
this is
the last time
i write
about you,
but that
is not
true.
i could (falsely)
fill a whole
700 page notebook
with the words
"i'm over you
i'm over you
i'm over you"
but i know that
tomorrow
i will be
plucking the petals
off a flower
and catching my tears
in a jar
and the side
of my hand
will be stained
from the cursive letter
graphite words
of my love
for you.
just when i think
my thoughts
for you
are simply
platonic,
you make your way
over to me
and wrap
your arms
around me
and i find
myself
daydreaming
of mr
and mrs
coffee mugs
and breakfast
for dinner
and lazy saturdays
when we stay
in bed
until noon,
wrapped in blankets
and each others' arms.
i think
if you told me
you were
dropping
out of school
to travel
the world
i'd probably
pack my bags
and join you.