Hey,

     I never know how to start conversations
     So I figured I would write it out
     Ill call it a poem
     and you'll fall no doubt  
     It's kinda cheesy
     But I figured it might be easy
     Roses are red and
     Violets are blue
     But none of that matters if I don't know about you
     How is your day
     and how is the weather
     I hope it's not too cold
     but if it is grab a sweater
     I'm getting off topic
     I should have started with hi
     Its probably too late now
     I might try later
     bye

it's the middle of the night
and I won't rest until I get
the chance to change everything
and jump into another body
I've got chlorine in my hair
I've got scars on my skin
I'm only trying to keep my
head above all this water
the end means I stop looking back
you know how skies look different
when you're at a ****** gas station?
I think that's kind of the same as how
your love always seemed sweeter
when it was nearly killing me

Do You?

Do you miss the way things were between us?
Do you flinch with every passing thought of me being with another person, just as I flinch when I think of you
Do you ache with pain knowing my hands, eyes, lips and mouth would adore the graciousness of another being?
Do you playback series of different scenarios in your head about what might have been if either of us acted differently?
Do you miss me telling you “I love you” as we both bid ourselves goodnight in hopes to be reunited once again at the break of dawn?
Do you wish me happiness and joy in all my endeavors but wish you are always there to celebrate with me?
Do you grow jealous of the other being I would newly grow to love and share devotion with?

I just want to know if you do, ‘cause I do.
And if you don't, I still won't blame you.
I know we both said our byes, but it'll be a long time before my heart bids you adieu.

Let me sign
This letter to you
Write my confessions
Of lifeless secrets
Something you can have
Keep it
Cry over me
Over my grave
Speak for me
Be brave
Think of me in your sleep
The memory of me keep
The hugs and laughs
Let them last
In your mind
All inside
Now read and understand
I wasn't born to be who I am
So I ended this for you to see
That I am gone now
So just leave

How do I stop
The little green dot and your name
From appearing at the top of my chat bar
Every time I go to stay connected with the world?
Daring me to click it
Ask how you are
Ask you not to forget me.

There it is –
Staring directly at me.
Raised off the screen -
But I’m didn’t ******* pay for 3D.

Hovering green dot -
Appearing then disappearing and reappearing.
The symbolism ripped from the pages of Gatsby doesn’t escape me.

At least if all we had was a narrow channel between us I could simply swim across.