Without you
I am not much
I cannot always do
What you have paved

Words from the heart
Are always better as tragedies
When they taste sour or ****
No one likes a happy love poem

You are not my happy love poem
You never have been
You won't ever be
I don't know if I can face that

I don't know what I'm doing
Watching you from afar
Thinking that this'll help
Getting myself more attached

You wanted to cut the strings baby
I just need the ******* scissors

Maybe it's just not working out anymore. Maybe it's been this way for a while and neither one of us had the courage to admit it. Maybe you've been done and maybe I've been done but we've stayed together because it was easier that way.
Or maybe this is all new. Maybe this is a recent feeling and maybe it's just not possible to shake it. Maybe we're both better off without each other. Maybe you're better off without me. Maybe you've been trying to get me to see that you're no good. Maybe you've been secretly trying to get me to leave. Maybe you've just always hated me.
Or maybe it's all in my head. Maybe you've been busy and I've been sitting here waiting and the waiting has made me overthink. Maybe I'm stuck in my own insecurities that no one quite understands and therefore can't help. Maybe you do love me and you do want me. Maybe we belong together.
Or maybe we don't.
Or maybe we do.
Or maybe...

We are who we used to be
We are who we will be
We are who we are now

Why are all three different?

and when you're angry
I can't look anywhere else but your eyes
when you're loving me the blue they emit
it's made of the ocean and the sky
but when you're angry
they're icicles waiting to fall
waiting to impale me
waiting to strike at me
because your icy eyes trap me
and you turn into someone I don't know
I don't know that strange man
you're not you
those aren't your eyes,
but they are

We went out
And we picked sunflowers
Because I wanted to
We stopped on the side of the road

I felt the summer breeze already
Wind in my hair
And sun gleaming on me
Smiles all directed to you

You looked at me with such awe
I felt I could hear your thoughts
And if I did, all you thought was
“She’s the one.”

We left our little spot
On the side of the road
Open for everyone
But only we showed up

It was like an invitation
To a party
Where you didn’t know
It had been moved

I drive by
Windows down, hair in the wind
And all I can hope
Is that you think of me
When you see sunflowers on the side of the road.