My tired eyes,
a mix of grey and blue,
theyve grown so tired of all the lies.

oh if only you knew,
oh if only you saw.

saw the damage youve done to me,
you make it seem like i must follow your every law.
if i dont, youll just leave me alone.
youll just leave me be.

you say you love me,
tell me,
what does love even mean to you?

I said I’d take it slow—
but my heart never learned pacing.
It jumps ahead,
writes your name in the margins
before I’ve even turned the page.

You’re not the loud kind of beautiful—
you’re the quiet type,
the “wait, who’s that?”
the kind that walks past
and leaves my chest buzzing like a cheap speaker
turned all the way up
on a love song I wasn’t ready for.

I try not to stare.
So I listen instead.
To your voice,
your laugh,
your "random disappearance thingy,"
like it’s Morse code
for maybe, maybe not.

You don’t know it,
but I write about you in lowercase
because you feel gentle.
Like a song I play at night
and pretend doesn’t mean anything.

I don’t need a fairytale.
I just want a chance.
To be someone you look at
like I’m not just another friend
in the blurry background of your life.

And if not—
well.
At least you’ll always live here,
between the lines,
in poems I’ll pretend aren’t about you.

"Forever"
but that means, eternity
I suppose that happiness can feel like an eternity.
love is a minefield, be sure to watch your step
because at one moment your dancing
and the next your legs are gone.
I suppose I could have been more literal,
I mean who actually lasts forever?
I learned the hard way that I ought to be saying
Maybe Never.

I hurt you?
I dessert you?
Break you?
Make you hate you?
Sacrifice you?
Turn you?
Regret you?
What if I manipulate you?
Spurn you?
Burn you?
What if you do this to me?
But even worse...
What if I love you?
And take you back with no hesitation.
I know the risk you've done it all before
And I still cant help
But fall.