sometimes, i wonder
if you still cry
when you hear our song
(just like i do)

and i know it's selfish
but i still hope that every
love poem you write
makes you think of
me

I'll never forget the way he smelled at the
park that first day in his flannel shirt
with the water dripping from his
hair. While he pushed me on
the swings, a cigarette in his
lips and the rain falling off
of him and onto my face,
he tip
          top
                tapered
across my rib cage
and into my veins.
His fingers felt like
they did the same
most quiet nights.

Little darling sit and take a look at your world
The greens, blues, reds, oranges, yellows and the swirls
Can you believe you know me out of all of those on Earth?
Can you see through the lies and realize what you're worth?
The crystal clear, the bright and light and the diamonds here you find
That all those flaws and wrongs you hear are only in your mind
So smile, raise your head
Forget the things they said
Don't look down, just watch the trees and buildings overhead.