do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

I am everything and nothing,
One and the same.
I am the hands I am cuffing,
I am the chains
I am, all of your losses,
I am all of your gains
I am the sunshine,
I am the rain
My flow so stupid,
I am the brains
I am all of your joys
All of our pains
I am the one you’re targeting,
I am the aim.
I am the bigger picture,
I am the frame.
I am invisible,
I am the stains.
Hidden in plain sight,
I am the feign.
I am the innocence,
I am the blame.
I am the referee,
I am the game.

I’m sick of writing sad poems
It’s all I ever do
My fingers tug my heartstrings
And the only notes are you

His eyes are empty.
Have you ever seen a soulless stare?
It leaves you feeling cold inside.

As if he is feeding off your light,
Until you are left alone in the dark.