I don't miss people.
I don't miss places.

I miss smiling faces,
hand holding.
I miss moments.

Sometimes moments I've never had.

I'm sentimental.
I run off imagination  
and meaning.

More than anything,
I'll miss all the things people have taken with them.

Eyes, notebooks, clever wit, my pillow, our photos,
because everything else I still have.

Memories can never be taken from me.

But I'll put them away for a few years. I'll shove you to the back of my mind,
and I'll put a Frank Sinatra record on in my head,
and I'll watch us flicker by when I need to.

All of you. Each person whose walked out.
Each person who turned off the lights,
who locked the door,
who never wanted any more,
of me.

I'll visit when I want to.
But for now I'll say goodbye.
To memories, to sentiment, to meaning,

To you.

No one wants to be alone.
And yet everyone needs to be,
before they can truly be together.

Taking a break from the ties and the bonds,
breathing in your own air,
learning what you want,
and what you need.

Is oh so hard,
But necessary.

Pins, pricking
at the heart,
waves, rippling
through the stomach,
thoughts, darting
from one to the other.

On the highest floor,
of the highest building,
on the highest hill,
looking down.

At my past life down on the ground.

Empty your heart of this grieving oil,
Let bad memories seize to pass.
Fill up your soles with the smallest
Of moments.
And walk among the fruits of joy.

Harvest the seeds that grow anger,
Rip up the weeds that yield doubt.
Smile in the face of all darkness,
And be your own saving grace.

Give into time at all measures,
Let the rain come as it will,
Please though, just always remember,
Who you are at the end of each day.

You are good.

I don't like to write about you,
And wear my heart out on my sleeve.
Because no matter how I want you,
It never could be.

I've never been yours.
And yet I feel I have.

I don't like to get my hopes up,
I don't like to be that girl.
Who is blinded by her hope and lost within her heart.

But you make me want more.
You won't let me settle.
And I ignore it for the most part.
Until I can't.

You create a storm in the smallest of words.
You change my whole mood with one look.

And even when I wonder,
If the chase is what you're after,
I find it doesn't matter either way.

There's something wild about not knowing.

Words have no meaning to me.
Their weight, their beauty, their worth,
have no value in the grand scheme of it all.
It's your actions.

We have all been lied to.
We have all said far too much, or far too little.
And it's what you do that matters.
Or in this case-

What you never did.

I see you in the quietest of moments,
and I hear you in the midst of life's noise.
I've started at my feet with a needle and thread.
Stitching up my body, from toes to head.

It should be winter; but it's not.
I should be happy; I am not.
I should feel calm, but my stomach's in knots.

Sometimes getting what you ask for has a specific price.
Everything.