Kiss me a secret but one that you can keep .
Meet me at the edge of the world where it's
silent . I promise there won't be anything violent
there . Tell me im pretty while you adjust those
dandelions in my hair . Would you kiss my neck
if I told you this is a dare . I'll leave a poem in your
mouth for you to keep until the next day comes and
we'd get to meet as the winds ruffle through your curly
hair . For now I'll leave you with these words of I love
you I love you hanging up in the air ~

I saw your poem.
Those words of hatred.
I'm not getting the last dance.
Do I care?
Not so much.
You think your
clever use of words hurts me.
Your poetic way with words
used to put me in a trance.
Not anymore.
I tried to steal?
Not so much.
You love her?
Good, I'm glad.
She's one of my best friends.
I would never do that to her.
Go to hell.
You were so kind,
so charming.
I wrote a poem,
you left,
never to return.
Well,
Goodbye.
This goodbye is certainly a good one.
I haven't thought about you
in a long time.
You wrote the poem two months ago.
Two months.
The first week was the only week
I actually cared.
Now?
Not so much.
So,
goodbye old friend.
I hope to never see you again.
But if I do?
Don't say hello.
Don't apologize.
Don't even smile.
Just keep walking.
Walk away and don't look back.
You were able to do it online,
now just do it in real life.
I won't apologize.
I will walk on like you aren't there.
I will let it go.
I will smile to myself.
I will be proud to have let go.
Warning,
you only had one chance.
You think it was me
who ruined the friendship.
It was really you.
You make her happy.
If you hurt her,
I will hurt you.
Her heart is fragile,
don't leave it in pieces.
Did you see my poem?
I hope so.
Read it carefully.
It's all you will get out of me.
Read this too--
Goodbye. Forever.

You're like the smell before rain and the smell of fresh coffee grains.
Allow me to dance with your ventricles tonight but promise to not
call me insane. You're the emissary vein to my left right brain. Darling your the poet and the beat. Your what's making me stand
up on my feet. Your words make me sweat faster than summer's heat.
If I tell you I love you would you promise to play that melody for me once again the melody you said that rhythms with my heart's beat ~

I can see the sadness in your eyes. I can hear your tired voice whispering to me that you still love me and the way we used to be. Our summer memories no longer fill me with happiness. I slowly change with the golden leaves in fall as they turn brown. Don't try to hold on to me. You will only remember my worried face. I'll be gone like the beautiful flowers that disappear in the winter and our love will be gone too.

Five
Letters
Are
Not
Enough
Sometimes
Sorry
It's
Just
A
Word
Sometimes