We were always taking scissors to our paper hearts—
Cutting shapes to let the light in,
Then throwing the scraps like confetti, though,
They fell more like rain.
We just wanted to feel something,
But now we're puppets without strings—
We spent so much time trying to get free,
We never dreamed of where we'd go,
Or if we'd go there together.
Now I'm tangled in your goodbyes and telephone wires;
There's a hole in my chest where yours used to touch.
I see your face when I look in the mirror,
As if I've forgotten whose shadow was sewn to the soles of my feet.
I carry you with me—maybe out of habit,
Maybe out of love.
To be honest, I can't tell them apart;
I don't think I ever could.
When you see the moon
Illuminate the fog,
Comforted by the creak of your porch swing,
Do you miss me?

I remember how your touch traveled the valleys of my skin. How you held on so tight and  how easily you've slipped through my fingers. How i've let this happen. Each night i suffer. Aching for your words. Dying for your unfinished poetry about the first girl you've ever loved. How i was that girl. Now, your words speak of how thirsty you are for your new love. Each word you dedicate to her is a dagger. Stabbing its way through my chest, killing what was ever left inside me. I cry through my flesh that you've slit open with your razor sharp tongue. My blood are tears. I learned how to scream myself mute with my lips completely shut. My voice started to sound like a symphony. Each promise you've said that were never done served as a note played by this dismantled orchestra. You were never mine. But it felt like i always did. We were a collection of could have beens. We were just something that had potential but wasnt good enough to work. We were something. We were almost something.

You tell me you have a confession,
You say that you can't lie.
You'd think I'd learn my lesson
from the last time I caught butterflies.

You say you're being selfish,
and I stay watching from the sidelines.
I only got that first kiss -
you never really were mine.

So tell me,
How can you miss something
that was never, ever yours?
I can't stand by and watch you;
I can't hold on anymore.

How can you be "friends" with someone
when you never were just friends?
I knew this would never fare well for either of us,
I knew that this was how it would end.

But I can't help my heart
when it misses you
or that I see you still
when I close my eyes.
I can't help my longing,
or my wistful wishing
for your hand when it finds mine.

But my wishes, they're purely ghosts
of moments that never were.
I almost had you, but -
I lost you,
because 'almost'.. isn't enough.

The feelings I have for you
Are unlike any other I have had
We are two different people
Just wandering through

We live seperate lives
But I know we could make it work
Somewhere, somehow
I know we could be great

I do not know if you feel it
But I am hoping you do
I have never wanted to help someone
As much as I do with you

I can see you breaking
And I am in no place to help
I can only offer my time
And someone to talk too

I hope we meet again
Maybe next time it will be easy
It can be the right time
Whenever we choose

I guess I always knew this was coming
I just never really said it out loud
because I didn't want to be scared
as I am right now.

Truth is,
I cannot really lose you
because you were never
really mine
to begin with.

i stay awake all night and
through most of the daylight
i have been losing track of time
and i don't care
this is how i like it
i don't ever want to
feel too late again
i never want to look at the clock
when it says 11:12,
i want to stop hearing
"did you see that shooting star?"
when i missed it
i want to bury
every single "almost"
with every single suicide letter
that i just put away when i couldn't seem to
bleed enough
almost, almost
i could've been something
i don't want
to think about it

online dating,
love is what I am hoping to seek
conversing through technology
having hope
that some day,
face to face,
we may speak
hobbies and morals spewing,
we let our excitement easily leak
filling in that lonely gap
3 days in
is its peak
then slowly declining
these "relationships"
end with the week