20 days
Of wishing you missed me;
Of wishing I didn’t miss you.

20 days
That’s how long it took for me to cave;
For me to ask to come see you.

20 days
Since I’ve felt any emotions;
Since I felt like I had reason to breathe.

20 days
The longest days I’ve ever lived
And you haven’t even kept count.

20 days
Because we were both too busy;
Because I don’t want you to know I love you.

20 days
Since I thought we might become something
And realized that’s not what you wanted.

1 hour
Since you held me like you loved me;
Since you told me I couldn’t stay.

1 minute**
That’s all it took to break my heart.
Better you than anyone else I suppose.

You are the ringing bells in my ears,
     A whispered inside-joke that no-one else hears.

You are the fleeting scent on my clothes,
     You are a daisy and a light pink rose.

You are the rising sun in LA,
      Eye-candy, for me, with each bright ray.

You are a smooth spot on a bumpy path,
    The bubbles in-between my fingers in a nice, warm bath.

You are a sour candy still classified as a sweet,
    
     I'm certain you'll be the greatest person I'll ever meet.

you pulled the cork
   like an open faucet
      my feelings poked through
          and poured out

you pulled the door
     like a misplaced barracade
        no thoughts came in
            and none out

you pulled the wedge
      and like a balloon
           my reason whizzed
               around the room

you pulled the trigger
   so swift and at ease


      my heart took the shots
          my head took the wounds

I am independent and sentient
and patience has never been my virtue
expectations only lead me to hurt you
because with a broken heart
my hairs raise
my eyes ablaze
and my edges sharp
so as you attempt
to clean up your mess
you cut your
pretty face
on the jagged shape
of my  e m p t i n e s s

A thin sheen of
                  night sky
                                      covers my skin, my
                                                           fingertips,
                                                                ­                    as I run my
                                                              ­                                    hands
Down the literary
                       parts
                                     of what stars wish
                                                            ­ to be...
                                                                ­              something only meant
                                                                ­                                        for you &
                                                                ­                                                    *me