You laughed

Finding my hair in your bed

Said, "Girls shed"

Like you knew that after me

Finding my hair

in your sheets

Was nothing less

Than to be expected

And you smiled

Like you knew everything


you knew enough

to know how to take everything

we are not the people we choose
and from the beginning
you were mine to lose

we accept the love
we think we deserve

you are not mine.

you are hers.

questions I meant to ask
and things I meant to say;

I forgot all the words until it was too late

you are a tidal wave

and my mistake was taking you seriously.

We all wind up
kissing the wrong person
goodnight
and become ****** people
who fall into ****** lives
and the people we hurt
are the people we like
and the choices we make
at the end of those nights
where hardly nothing turns up
right
become the stories of our lives
and secrets
that we keep behind our eyelids
and in the edges
of our minds
(we all wind up
kissing the wrong person
goodnight)

I'll put all of my hair
onto one side of my head
and I'll start again.

I'll rewrite the story
that you told me to
I'll write more and play more
because you would approve
but what if I've already lost you.

I used to write poems
that I would let you read
and watching you read them
was justification to me,
and then you would look at me
like you thought I was a writer
and I thought maybe that you liked me
and that maybe we'd get closer
but then you left
time and time again
burning circles in my head
took all the hope back that you left
and ran with it

restless and pathetic
I care and then I don't
and when it counts, I don't,
but I'd choose us talking again
over keeping your sweater
any day.

She tasted like beer
and some kind of lip gloss
or maybe like lip gloss and some kind of beer
but either way
I thought she tasted like Here
and she had black hair
and right then and there I decided
that I would dye my hair black too
because she made it look cool
but I never did
and we never kissed
again

Like most things
even you
turned into just another thing
that I can only write about
forever and ever
from now on to never
any memory you've touched
can only be
sadistic inspirations to me
that become nothing more than words
that the world doesn't need
just like every ****** thing
that existed before
and will continue to.
You are words
and I can't touch you.
You were never mine to keep
but I still lost you.