I keep on not caring and thinking hey it's fine
And for a while it really is
But then there's this little smile or this one special laugh
And all of the not caring just falls to bits

not every poem is about beauty
too caught we are in the moment to write about it
that is what makes it beautiful
pain clings long beyond instants
prolongs and window reflections
engulfing our bones
masticating our stomachs
from slow drip bile coffeemakers in our chest
the line from that one song starts the burning
and the eyes of a stranger flavored with reminders
i wish i could tell him i finally got to ____
my blood is chunked with tomato slices
acidic clots and stagnant passions
float me in melancholy perplexities
a minute of oddity where emotions
are unidentifiable

the clouds might be gray
and the sea may be too
but nothing's as bad
as when i'm not with you

those 3am thoughts
those 5pm tears
with darkness ****** upon us
and lightness bled to white

notes left on chalkboard
and tears with no flight

no message
no call
no facebook acknowledgment at all

you want to stay friends?
that's all?

no hello
no goodbye
no, hey are you alright?
i was stupid to think you'd call
we aren't even friends anymore