poetry

leftover love polish

 

I guess I’m just sick of being the ‘too little too late’

 

They want me once I’m gone

 

I really need a full joint and a night on the balcony with you

 

Because you were the only one of us three that had a sound mind

(I know you wouldn’t agree)

 

There’s still blood on my hands from you

 

Will I ever come clean?

 

I guess it’s my fault for sitting silent and drinking cold coffee

 

Instead of reaching and surpassing this

 

Is there snow where you are?

 

Because this winter may kill me

close to nothing

 

I guess what I’m saying is you equate me to nothing when you should be comparing me to gold because soon our love with go bronze and you’ll regret treating me like less. Simply put, I am dynamite and you are mountain that will not stand in my way. I will not be held down, I’ve been here before dear and it’s no fun. First, the ‘I love you’s ’ will start to sound like an automatic voice messaging machine and you will become comfortable with the un-nerving fact that our spark is out and this is our lives. But dear I’m not okay with the 9-5 lives, with the routines, with the schedule.

I need to feel like I can do anything not cemented to the fucking ground.

I need to feel that freedom I felt with you walking downtown late at night.

Right now I feel close to nothing.

 

Close.

 

third times a charm

 

Just tell me what happened

Don’t tell me you’re sorry

Because apologies mean nothing

When you don’t even have a story

I went to this college party once

I drank sangria and slept in a mansion

 

I felt empty and I thought of you

For the first time in a long time

 

I fell asleep with a real fur blanket

And the reality that our chance is over

Days go by and I don’t feel a thing

But then suddenly

You drag your lips across my right collar-bone

In the warm lavender bath

 

I like to feel so deeply with you

I drown in you

You hold me so hard in your multi-coloured arms

Can you feel this?

 

light all the candles

 

I guess you aren’t thinking of me

And that’s okay

 

Because I’m slowly starting to learn

that I shouldn’t stay

 

I need to close this chapter

We need an end

 

You always say you love me

But are you even my friend?

 

When you left it was real for me

Three years gone

 

But I moved I dyed my hair I changed

It didn’t feel wrong

 

But the only skeleton in my closet

Is you my dear

 

And I guess I should lock it

And look in the mirror

 

We kissed and killed each other love

You know that’s true

 

It’s time to breathe out the old

And breathe in the new

i love him so much (teotfw.pt2)

 

You will do just fine

The mess of your hair feels known

Can you just be mine?

 

Because I must go

Somewhere far away from here

You and I lay low

 

When you kissed me first

I let the last while fade

In you I’m submersed

 

 

I watch you run far

I hope you know I miss you

That kiss in the car

Come back soon

 

 

 

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re*affrim

state again as a fact; assert again strongly.

 

 

Aren’t you scared,

That we’re digging up bones

That should stay in-ground?

 

I see you in a sea of faces

But I’m not so sure it’s admiration

As much as it’s nostalgia

 

We were young and in love

I understand it as a phase

I feel a couple steps ahead

 

Could you imagine?

Meeting me for coffee on a Sunday morning?

Would we just talk about the past?

 

I shouldn’t even ask

But here I am

And there you are

jan18.

at last, I had to give it up

never wanted to do harm

I do my best

You must remember

I mean well

 

 

 

 

I don’t want to leave you

That’s all I could say

My life went on

Suspicion closed in

She gave it up

I will never let him in again

 

Life was always easy

In or out