Mind forgets
Eyes slip past notes
Paper retains, but is lost
Only fingers remember
A lone melody.
And maybe that’s enough

I could write, I won't,
The wrong faucet is turned on,
I will drought these thoughts.

Now that I think about it
I haven't heard
a crossword
from her
all day

i can’t decide if it’s weird
to write these still,
knowing that you could read them.
only if you wanted to.
i can’t decide.

but i’ll write anyway,
because if i can’t talk to you,
i might as well write.
we talk a little bit,
but i can’t decide if it’s nice
or if it hurts.

but we’ll talk anyway.
a little bit i guess.
i don’t know.
today is just
a day of indecision.
isn’t that my whole problem?

the first time,
i couldn’t decide if
i should follow my heart,
or listen to my family.
i chose my family.
i regret it every day.

the second time,
i couldn’t decided what i wanted.
did i want you?
or just your friendship?
i was confused.
but i’m not anymore.

the third time,
i couldn’t make the decision.
i couldn’t do what had to be done
so that we could be us.
together.
i’m ******* stupid.
and now it’s too late.

In the end,
We are nothing more than threads
Woven into space
Spun from the same dust
Born from the cosmos
So when the stars collide
Remember me in their constellations