you seem to only care about people
who don’t care about you.

i guess i do too.

he loved simple intimacy.
ask him to teach you how to play the guitar. his fingers on yours, carefully placing them on the strings.
he’ll tell you to strum that chord
and when you do, his excitement will be thru the roof.
holding his hand and rubbing your fingers around occasionally.
tracing the lines in his palms.
drawing symbols and words on his back for him to guess.
spell out i love you,
he could never guess that one right.
intertwine your feet with his
when you fall asleep.
fall in love with the simplicity of his needs.
the ease of his love.

i’m watching the clouds move slowly
the sun is setting
a mix of pink, orange & blue.
i waited for you today
you never showed  
i don’t want to realize you don’t want me
i don’t want it to be true
so i’ll continue to watch the clouds
until the sky goes black
and all i see is stars
but i’ll be listening for your ringtone.

it’s hard to live right now
and i just want you to love me
so i can feel okay again.

some say tragedy can make beautiful poetry,
but i am so sick of hurting
just to write something meaningful.

too many tragedies have made me lose my voice.

i no longer have any words left for you to take from me.