awkward  angles in your car,
tonight we didn’t seem to drive too far
foggy glass
and awkward eyes meet
shoulder checks
in your backseat
ruined new upholstery
finally you seem to be through with my harlotry
i shimmy on what i believe to be mine
the car is in gear,
we sit in silence for the duration of the ride

I keep dreaming
of people who leave me
I even wonder
in times of deep slumber,

where I went wrong.

When the memory of you becomes a bit too fond,
a bit too strong,
When the hollow space in my heart makes its walls a bit too thin,
a bit too singed
my hands clasp together,
as if,
one were yours.

Just like those desperate baby elephants that get left behind,
and comfort their loneliness by holding there tails with their trunks,
As if it were enough.
As if it felt like being loved.

Everyday I take the metro to college
Everyday I pass your stop
Everyday I expect to see your car picking me up,
Every day you still don't love me again,
and I don't get off at your stop.

he made me stop saying those three words
that made it feel okay
he said stop saying that,
it doesn't feel
right
anymore.

after he took it
(ripped it, snatched it, shook it)
from me
he didn't let me say
Those three overused words
said by overused girls
anymore.
because it didn't feel
right

did it feel
right

squeezing my wrists so
tight

pinning me down
on one of your drunken
nights

thrashing into
me
with all your
might

not letting me
Fight.

he didn't let me say the three words
that made it feel okay
he had to take
every last trace of innocence
  away

Naps,
And neck kisses.
Sleepy warmth.
Your hand brushes away curls
That my hand misses.
Watching lazy movies,
Being held in your content arms
You Breathe in my hair.
You mumble,
  it smells tropical,
And much too good.
You say,
I'd keep you here forever,
If I could.

A poem is a tangle of lines
A poem is a tangle of lives
      
     intertwined
    interconnected

A poem is a biography of emotion
A poem is what cannot be spoken
A poem is hearts secretly broken

A poem is falling in and out of love
A poem is taking a train just because
A Poem is a textual tease
going over the what if's and maybes

Its asking yourself what if time slowed down

Its wondering why you always start to drown
     when things were just getting good

A poem is refusing yo talk about the weather
Its not not letting you avoid the elephant in the room

Its making you look into my eyes,
demanding the truth