perhaps the reason you've been attracting conditional lovers, is because you haven't been uncoditionally loving yourself
i'd write a poem for you but, you took all of my words when you kissed me
guide me to your arms, i'm homesick i reckon
home is no more a volume space between packed bricks, it's a ribcage that carries breathing lungs and a beating heart
there is a cd on repeat in my mind labeled"things i should have said"
is it okay to miss him the second he looks away?
i wish those ocean eyes of yours would see that i'm not afraid of flawsw.m