Everything reminds me of you
Goddamm
You

fight it

when i’m in it

but honestly,

these kind of nights alone

are the ones i’ll remember most

everyone on here

we are all writing about the same thing

lost love

gained love

broken hearted

learning to live (again)

hell, you know i’m no different

but i wanted to be

the one woman who could present to her a tarnished offering

something worthwhile

something that would make her see

that i’ve loved hard before but it’s next level when it comes to her

could hardly even try to explain that before i got shut down

with

"we weren’t even together-so i can’t really end it"

so, i swallow my words

because you’ve no use for my nouns or verbs.

I remember waking up to your texts

it would baffle me-the various ways you could say “good morning”

you kept it interesting and i fell asleep every night smiling, knowing i would hear from you

but now my phone stays silent most of the time

the blanket where you came is still in the corner of the house

the ***** laundry pile reminding me of the last time you were here

but the mark is more than a stain

it is a clear vision of what we were for a time

for some months

but then something changed

your love don’t mean what it meant before

and confusion never felt so constant

and “sorry” doesn’t quite mean much anymore

And then I say to myself
"Chill out. Nothing is that extreme nor important."

Is what people say to lessen the blow
of hearts benign
I stare at you and want nothing more
than the time you give me
yet your mind races and you fight yourself
while giving it
It's not the best feeling but I am feeling it.
You say you don't want love and I hear it.
You say you want only a friend so I'll be that.
Give me that chance rather than posing and stalling your words- I can see you using your mouth as a trap.
You're gonna **** off what was once such an easy, beautiful thing
All because you don't believe I can be what you need.
And that simply is- a friendship so deep
only we could understand, only we could reach.