i gave you up
for your own good
let you sift like sand through my empty fingertips
i watched you love her
watched you touch her
i said i was fine, because it was what i had to be
and now that you've come back
and i'm holding you again
but you're not you anymore
just a fragment of
her
she was the wind that blew through your hollow bones
and your heart is a chamber
(dark empty seeking:)
i wouldn't have done this, if it were me
but i'm the dust she left behind
(forgotten)

head tipped back
eyes wide
(you don't look like someone with nothing to hide)
blade-sharp breaths
like your hands on my skin
(is this where i say i don't care where you've been?)
you lie like it's easy and leave like it's hard
(but i don't want the truth and you don't want my heart)
say my name, then; we'll pretend it's enough
(sometimes i forget it's supposed to be love)

You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.

god made stars
for starving poets

when they look up
they forget
how hungry they are

    ~mce

He was a civil war
and I died trying to be a soldier