I wondered if you would have still
called me all those names if you saw
the beautiful words i write about you.
I wondered if the words you heard me
say about you, that were meant to hurt you,
would matter if you knew they were
just a cover up for the way your
ocean eyes take me out to sea every time
i look into them.
When i see or hear your name
my heart goes full speed and i hate it.
I wonder what you would think of me if
you knew this.
But after months of me trying to
get rid of you i think you are finally starting to get
the point.
I get no more drunk messages.
He doesn't even ask me to look over
his grocery list anymore.
He doesn't ask me to his mothers house.
I think he is finally leaving.
And i can feel it
in all of my bones
in my chest
in my veins.