And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
I know this is the end. I am saying this to will the end to come over me. To forget you. To will myself to go back in time before I saw you. To have been looking the other way in that moment when you walked in. To be...
Other women, possessing key value pairs, With dictionaries of obsolescence as resumes. She, she isn’t thinking about you She’s got her Tesla, her twins, and her career future to worry about. She, she already...
To you, I said I had a crush on you Thinking that you will imagine only little boys have crush, And so will spare me of your adult indignation. This morning, still buried in that crush, I opened my eyes and saw Only...
Crushed, I turned inward “Whatever’s wrong with me,” I kept muttering to myself, “That she wouldn’t even look at me.” Then suddenly taken aback, I saw, That all these “I”s...
Been two years since that “Thank you” letter. More since your twins. A bit more since I wanted to be in your life. I turn the music on. Your face comes back to me, and I fade away from the music. My ears and...
What if I look straight on While you look at me As we pass by And your heart leaps And catches my shirt button Do you think I would hold it carefully And put it in my pocket, forever mine? Or would I let it fall in my...
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