She looks like heaven
And tastes like hell

Maybe
we weren't
meant
for the
things
we wished
we
were meant
for.

Maybe,
just maybe,
somehow,
someday,
we will
be
meant for
the
very things
we
never expected.

I don’t bleed for you
Burn or in weeping fall like rain
With closed eyes or with headwinds sway
But like stars glistening
With night sky coldly watching
I am reminded
And think of you often
In a bright minded sort of way