He turned our conversation into poetry for me.  
Wrote me back my words
So beautifully
I wondered if that's how he saw me
He gives me too much credit

i hope i don't miss
your ******, cavalier with the paint stains on the rooftop,
your out-of-place beard hairs that i'd pluck with my teeth,
your chipped tooth that you had fixed a few times then gave up on,
your eyelashes that outdid mine every day,
your timberlands,

the way you were my best friend,
my lover,
my everything.

i hope i don't miss you forever.

Do not wait
for someone
to offer you
their world.
Remember,
you have your own.

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

i should've held
onto your arm for
a second longer when
we walked side by
side.
i should've grabbed
your hand on the
car ride
home.
i should've asked
you to walk me
to my front door, and
given you a good night
kiss.
but i didn't.
and now
you're headed
towards the arms of
another girl, and
ill be forced to
sit and smile, and
act like nothings
wrong.
ill have to look at
her at school and
know that she
does all the things
with you that i wish
i could.

i should've kissed you

if i had a dollar for every time i thought
i meant what i said, but really,
it just didn't come out at all
how i meant it to be said,
i'd be a millionaire,
and i'd just have a few ghostwriters.