When you said "I love you"
did you mean it
or were you just spewing senseless things
people say in the dark
You feel unreal under my fingertips
Your hips are far too perfect
to be left unscathed
so I'll cover them in bruises
and kiss your forehead
until you can feel my thoughts
of tenderness entangle in your hair
and you hear my voice in every silence
knowing I'm wordlessly  calling
your name and cursing you
for breaking my will towards anything that is you
I've figured out now what my favorite look on you is
your eyes tell me what I want to hear while your lips are busy making sure
I can't breathe
oxygen is as unnecessary as clothes
I suppose I don't mind
if you poke fun at my condition
of being hopelessly taken with you

How can you feel as unloved
as a cold winter night
without street lamps
When everyone around you
still catches your eye
and sends you a smile
wrapped in praise  
How can such a small distance
Seem as uncrossable as a pitch
dark river filled with cast away words
If I tried swimming would I drown
in all my forgotten weaknesses
I keep trying to grab the ropes
thrown to me
But I've grown tired of excuses
and promises
I just want to feel what you feel
as you grab my hand
Was that affection in your eyes
or pity
Could you smile with a bit more feeling please
I can't quite hear it in my heart

*******
and your indecisiveness
Your mysterious demure caught my glance
You twisted, and dissembled my sight
Wrapped up in your eloquence
Believing in good intentions
Our evanescent love lasted only a moment
If it existed at all
Your nearness to me was made insignificant by your blithe nonchalance
And here I remain
An ingenue
Fooled again, lured in by your perplexing,
Negligent attitude towards life,
Towards me

Maybe kissing won't
make it better,
like mom always told us,
when we had a scrape or a scratch;
maybe this cut is too deep for
a little peck
maybe we need
a full on makeout session
to make it better.
You wanna try?

No.

Please do not act as if you're my best friend again.
It's been too long.

Don't text me saying "I miss you, let's hang out" if you aren't going to follow through with it.
Don't ask me how my relationship is going if you're just going to cut off the conversation with a perverted joke.
Don't pretend to be my best friend if you're just going to *leave me.

I've always said
"You're the only person who's never left me."

...But now I see that's not quite true.

You've left me over and over and over.

You haven't glanced back at me, the girl who never stopped loving your heart full of fear.

But I got over it.
I moved on.
I don't need you anymore, bud.

Excuse me sir, but
"Heartbreak" isn't metaphor
It's physical pain.