He told me he loved how
I could put my reality into words
and now
they're all about him

He told me he wanted to be a romantic
have words flow out of him like birds
instead of caged and frantic
little did he know that's all they ever are

Someone asked
for a poem
about flowers
in your hair

Two weeks ago I would write it about daisies
peonies
and sunflowers that seem to match your style

A week ago I would write about the thorns from roses
the way it decomposes
when you leave them sit for a long while

Today I stare at the dried flowers on my wall
wishing you'd call
making a flower crown from dried flowers that made me smile

I find solace in the quiet,
And see comfort in the loss.

I need to sit and contemplate with my own thoughts.

I'm easily persuaded
Then my mind gets all mixed up
I like it better lonely, it's being together that's tough.

I'm no expert,
Just a little brown over and under the eyes,
totally low effort,
doesn't matter if I cry.

Now I want you back,
I miss your hands in my heart,
you're the only part of me I lack,
but what if you don't want to restart.

You were the secret to my life,
And they tell me calm down, you're seventeen,
but every moment is a red hot knife,
followed by the echoes of an overlived dream.

its over
i know you love me
but this is broken
and strained
the distance too great

so its over
my objections held taught in my mouth
the whole world tipping over flipping south
our voices strained
the distance closed

its over
its over
its over

too much history.

i remember you claimed you wouldn’t be able to come back, to show your face due to the fact that everything reeked of us. i was a permanent tattoo on your frontal lobe — the itch you cannot stop scratching, and the ghost you keep trying to put to bed so you don’t have to admit you have blood on your hands that doesn’t belong to you.

you claimed everything was too much, too spine shattering. my backbone had always been a phantom, how can you shatter me when there is nothing left to shatter? some questions don’t make sense, you never made sense, and i question now if you ever even did. i can go on about how you’d dilute my blood with saltwater while i got intoxicated by your fermented words but i’d rather devour my own heart again before my thoughts even graze you again.

you claim there’s too much history
why are you trying to repeat it?