I fell in love with the way you tied the shoelaces

On you old and worn sneakers.

And I fell in love with the way your eyes would glow

Like soft candle light

When you talked of your idle passions


The way you allowed your hair to have a mind of it’s very own made my pulse quicken.

The way you said my name made my breath pull itself back into my throat.


You are  just a boy.

Yet you were so much more.
.

You were a beacon for me

Showing me that not everyone was the same.

You beckoned me forward.

I pressed my small, wet palm into your large, dry one

And we danced.


But


You are a  collection of walking broken promises.

You are the coffin I will bury myself in eventually.

The delicate ocean that will one day swallow me whole.

You make me write ugly poetry
You make me love every minute of it.
Every syllable.
Every word.



You were the box of treasure

That I put in the hole under the apple tree when I was 6.

You were  the rain

That washed all that treasure away from me

Leaving me with only the damp grass

A distinct smell in the air.


I hate that I think you’re better than what you seem.

I hate that you think you’re better than what you are.


The only thing tying us together

Was our thirst for divergence.

I found it in you.

You found it in someone else.



You were a quick answer

You were a vivid daydream

You were a childs blanket


You broke a heart

You never knew you held

In your large
dry
hand