I have parted ways with my body
Because my mind isn't present
My heart, a charcoal gray: foggy
Has little passion since our dissent

I wrote dainty letters for you
Romantic, lengthy confessions.
Every empty word- away each flew
Whilst wading daily in depression.

Softly my soul fades with my love.
A hollow hole cut deep in your heart-
By unkind hope: an olive branching dove--
Is the coal that fuels this hatred art.

This suffering manifests my mind.
Winds blustering my common sense,
And life muttering "Are you blind?"
My body is combusting in defense .

Revenge begs me to set you ablaze-
Compassion  treads across this hell,
Speaks and heads into the insane,
Pulls me by the threads out of a spell.

I restrain from you- I am free -
I won't mention your infidelity.
Just make me feel not absentee.

I'm just done being unhappy.

Join me
And together
We can rewright our own destiny

I can only imagine your body on mine.
Our heat in that stuffy apartment.
You're perfect.
I'm an amateur.
You make it so easy..

My daydreams are getting out of control... Forgive me.

My legacy --
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,
The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples
Of autumn...

i've had 6 sleepless nights since the last time we talked
if you even care
it's 6 am and i've been up all night filling the void with netflix sitcoms
now i'm sitting here writing about you while drinking coffee
i saw you last night, making eye contact with me across the sea of old faces
and all i can think about is getting ****-faced just to forget you
when you told me that you missed me the last time we communicated, what did you mean?
i feel like you missed me begging for your attention
which is understandable
please stop trying to forget that i get you more than those blonde transparent items you hang out with
i'm here for you and always will be
no matter how hard you try to keep me away
something pulls me back to you
but recently
i haven't wanted to come back to you
i thought i was over the butterflies
the ******* butterflies
that i used to get when my phone lit up and it was you

you know,
i read all our messages from the first time we started talking
the other morning
it was 3:03 am
and for some reason i wanted to
call you
maybe make up an excuse to get you to come over
but i'm over it
obviously
it's not like this poem is about you or anything
it's not like the hole in my heart has your name etched in it or anything
it's not like i took the burden off your back that day in march at that bonfire or anything
the world doesn't orbit around you
but for some reason
i orbit around your hazel eyes and cute-*** smirk

I used to enjoy being alone,
But then it became loneliness,
And it is somehow suffocating
To lie here personless.

My bedsheets crave your touch,
As I crave your presence,
We are both isolated, but
I am unsure in which sense.

I promised myself months ago that
This pencil would not touch paper,
And write words about you,
(but it's 00:26 and) I can't think of anything better.