I continue talking about you in the past tense Why do you keep talking about him like he’s dead They ask me Because to me he is I reply Everyone keeps moving about their tasks
I keep your shirt on the back of the couch It smells like your house You’d think I’d have kissed you before I don’t even know what you taste like But I wish I did
I hope everytime you give her a little piece of what you never gave me You question yourself You think of me You think of my pain I hope you try to justify it but it constantly falls through How do you sleep at night replacing what we had
I will die and you will die too so will the rich man, the poor man, the sad man, and the happy man everyone dies, but that is what we have in common, death is what we have in common, common man.
He called my name with love And he touched me with Nice, soft hands I crumpled like paper His gentleness far too heavy for me I only wanted people Who would Wear Me Down
Somedays I miss you so much It feels like there is no one else in this world To talk to It’s been almost a year I still think about you every day I’ve forced my thoughts to be farther between Because I know the amount of good It does me I wish I could stop putting you in the front Of this in invisible line I love you so much Sometimes I close my eyes and I pretend If I think it hard enough You will feel that moment too
I can’t possibly understand how it could be anyone other than you I thought maybe we finally had our chance Our day beneath the honeysuckle I miss you Trying to figure out why you’d stop Talking to me I want to finally share that meal So much time has passed and I’m almost 30 now Please call me Please call me
I was ready to be done now And I never wanted to be ready again Ready to be ready And not done I’m tired of them Putting their hands And words all over me I’d rather be alone They take up my time To be free
I feel nothing I feel so far away And then I think of your sheets And your bed And your skin And the walls at night Sliding in out of bed All next to you I can smell you
She’s there now I wonder if sometimes When her back is turned Does she look like me And that’s what you wanted
It’s five am and I’m thinking about How I use to be sad if you departed without giving me kisses Now we can not even get through One phone call without Being at each others Throats
I am not thinking about you anymore Atleast that’s what I tell myself But when I open my eyes in the morning I can’t help but think about your day I am not thinking about you anymore I’m really trying But I still wake up in the middle of the night, and wonder did everything go your way today? I am not thinking about you anymore I am hurting beyond measure I’ve written this whole poem about you.