I loved you
back in 8th grade

I sent a secret note for you
and you took it
and my feelings grew

but then it got revealed
my number, my name
everything

all your friends contacted me
wanting to know who I was

you said it was an accident
that they stole it and didn't give it back
but you still wanted to know me

I was relieved and hurt
I didn't control my feelings
and I told you it was the wrong number and person

and till this day I regret it
I wished I told you the truth
that it was me

Now I see you everywhere
and I cant help but to still love you  

I still love you

Sheep daunted
Gracefully the wind hums,
Darkened clouds-
The warmth overbears us.
Trees, oh mighty-
They tremble in the haze,
A blue and green fury.

Stilling like-
Some dying machine, unmade.

Branches whip
The gentle lake turns, churns

Bell shaped lanterns flicker
Before the man shaped name

Feelings of wet cold grass
Like woven fleshy cod
I feel-
I feel-
Has the man left the room?
I think it might be June

You told me you loved me as my arms held your head.

“You love me?” I said.

Your eyes wide, I felt your cry. I didn’t show you mine.

When your pupils shrink and your eyes are bleak staring back at me.

“Will you love me then?”
When you no longer gleam.

Afraid that I will not know until the final blow.

Fearing the sharpness of your teeth, but I see the soft smile you give me.

I was born to love,
But love never stayed.
I was born to care,
But my care decayed.

I wanted arms,
I wanted a name —
But silence answered,
And I took the blame.

Now on my deathbed,
the truth won't hide:
I lived unloved,
And unloved, I die.

Your kisses
are dry across my body.
They don’t excite me anymore—
they’re like a lullaby.

I don’t feel desire,
I’m sorry.
I don’t know what happened to us—
if love cooled,
or froze completely.

I don’t want you to touch me.
My toes used to curl
every time
your hands
moved across my skin.

Now
there’s nothing.