i might ask her to
go to homecoming with me
but what if she says

i can't look at anyone with purple hair without seeing you
even though you dyed it silver just before you.... before we.... yeah
it *****, but i'd rather see you in people that aren't you
than not see the you that you aren't when i look at your face

that makes no sense

i keep confusing the you that you showed me
with the you that i made up
and i still don't know which one loved me

but i know it is 'loved'
past tense

i'm pretty sure it was past tense
even before you sent me that text
oh god, that text

i didn't know a heart could shatter so slowly
and yet completely all at once;
like an ice cube that cracks as soon as it hits the water
but takes hours to fully melt

i hear you in all the songs we used to listen to together
and these days, that's most songs i play
even though i finally mustered up the will to delete the playlist i made for you

it was just a part of the melting

I loved a man named Alex once
was a kiteboard instructor in Hood River.
Things are sour now,
Real ******' bad.
But he makes an appearance every so often.
Met a man at the bar tonight
introduced himself as Alex,
strike one.
Said he was visiting from Hood River,
strike two.
Asked: "you windsurf?"
Said: "no, kite."
****.