one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g

for this notebook
was a far better listener
than you ever were

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

"i miss your writing"
she said to me
"i know"
i thought

i miss it too

when i thought i knew
what was best for myself

when in-fact

what i knew
was the worst.

i'm sorry
for the day that
i mistook your words for his
i can't control the comparisons
that my brain makes
and i'm not thankful for him
but i am thankful for what he taught me
and i am thankful that he brought me to you
and i will learn the difference of your words
because your words were never his
and never will be
because you are not him
and never will be
you are you
and that's why i love you

How wonderful it is
To have someone here
To go to the library with

it's the season of feeling grateful
and the first person i want to be grateful for
is myself

i
love
you

three empty words
i want to fill

three empty words
i want to feel