You said my poetry was dense and pretentious
And I swear I heard my heart crash to the ******* floor

3 weeks ago I would have said that
Your lips are heaven and your hands are art
But now I know that your mouth
Is a toxic weapon of mass destruction
And your slender fingers
Are shotguns that you never meant to fire

I'm not gonna lie
I miss you the way leaves miss the branches they have fallen from
I miss you the way the wind misses dandelion seeds to scatter
And I miss you the way abandoned roads miss the sound of footsteps

But I cannot tell you how glad I am
To have lost you