Misplaced love,
Thought you were sent from above,
Misplaced love,
Oh lord, What do I do?
When I got misplaced love with you!
I got that misplaced love, why didn’t I notice before?  
For when I first noticed you, my heart went up and soared.
Never has that really happened to me before.
And I knew you felt the same when we were on the dance floor.
Vibing to the beat.
So, close you could feel the heat.
That it didn’t matter to me that you had two left feet.
Because your smile was so sweet.
After that we hanged everyday,
Talked or texted each other every day.
Seeing you made my day.
But we were both broken,
We were both too young to be dating.
We were both faking.
In a way we both had misplaced love.
****.
Misplaced love,
Thought you were sent from above,
Misplaced love,
Oh lord, What do I do?
When I got misplaced love with you!
Hoping for something we could never grasp.
Hoping for something that wouldn’t last.
But our raft called love was bound to crash.
And burn.
But every candle burns out eventually.
I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.
But I’m glad we got to play make believe.
Because it made me see.
The darker aspects of me.
The ones where most don’t usually get to  see.
And now I have a chance to work on my demons in order to be free.
To become a better man, and more deserving.
Of a love that isn’t misplaced.

and here i am again
at the intersection
of pedestrian language
& old wives tales
swallowing gum
like 7 year memories
opening umbrellas inside
cause i can't seem get away
from all of this rain
i ******* with my left hand
cause i was told
back in highschool that
"it feels like someone else is doing it"
it gets me wondering
about the difference between
losing you and finding out
that some one else found you
or my sleep
or lack thereof
its starting to tear me apart
i keep having this dream
where you are in
an unfamiliar body of water
trying to wash my poetry
off of your hands
or the one where
something happens in my chest
every time you sit
on someone else's bed
i'm tired of feeling like something you've misplaced
but don't have the heart
to look for anymore
tired of you saying my name
like you're trying to bury it
i'm tired of wondering
if you can tell the difference
between the absence
of my voice & silence
the other day
i almost started sobbing
at work when a woman
asked me about
our equipment
i was explaining how
things come apart
and almost mentioned your name
it made me think
of how you used to say
things like "what would you do
if i showed up on your doorstep
one day?" now, i haunt
the windows in my house
i don't leave for weeks at a time
i sit on the porch like the dog
you didn't shoot behind the shed
the one that refuses to die
until you come home again
i told somebody once, that
you didn't even know
what my voicemail sounded like
i wonder if they thought
it was because you
are so important that i never
let it ring that many times
before picking up
or if you dont know
what it sounds like
because you've never called
you can't be the ****** weapon
and the search party
i'm tired of all the seats
to the ferris wheel in my chest
being empty
tired of your voice
being the one i look for
in abandoned places
that one sound i beg
to bounce back
down vacant hallways
i just seem to stand there
in all of that quiet
like someone looking for a mistake
on an eviction notice
so i guess the hardest part
isn't letting go
it's forgetting
you ever had a grip
in the first place
and since you've been gone
i wonder if when
you pushed yourself away from me
you used your left hand
so it felt like someone else did it