I’m starting to finally realize
that you aren’t at all right for me.
It’s taken me almost an entire year
and a lot of sleepless nights
of crying and talking and staring at the ceiling,
and I don’t know if I’ll ever completely be able to stop wanting you in my life,
but it’s worth a shot.
Maybe I’ll let you go
instead of living a life that revolves around
a boy who decides day by day if i’m worth his time.

you asked me who these poems were about
and i didn’t have the heart to tell you
that almost every word
i’ve ever written
has been for you.
all for you.

I was finally starting to rid myself of you
and your persuasion,
your crooked smile
and nice guy demeanor
that left me to your will,
but then you came along and asked a simple question
one that showed you might just be thinking about me.
so here I am writing poetry about you instead of deleting your number.

I get in this habit
of meeting someone
and free falling off a cliff
while they watch.

It’s destructive
because as I get to know them,
I create an image in my head
of someone perfect that things would work out with.

Months pass and relationships fade
but feelings don’t.
I always bring myself back into a situation that will never be real.

Eventually, I decide that I have moved on,
and then the next person comes along.
He feels like something new,
but like someone I’ve known my entire life.
I always marvel at this amazing concept,
of people being living contradictions,
but every person I fall for seems to be that way:
in my head he’s perfect;
in real life he’s far from it.