notion of who you were,

compared to who you

turned out to be.

was i important to you?

or was i just another

one of your pastimes?

another method of

escaping those lonely nights?

when she kisses you,

does she taste me

on your lips?

admit how you like the

way i’ve lingered on your

breath this entire time.

my name will always live

on the tip of your tongue.

has she realized

wherever she goes,

i’ve visited first?

don’t you remember?

it was me who initially

discovered the steaming

temptation of your body.

how could you not recall?

we do not ever forget

our first loves.

she is merely trespassing,

unwelcome in my

charted city.

you were a tornado.

and it seems i
couldn’t

handle your storm.

- defeat

i’m done longing for

the things that

will never truly

be mine.

- acceptance

you are the

oxygen

for my lungs.

i am starving

for your breath.

everyone since you has

been a dampened down

version of who you used to be.

i see you in their pitiful eyes,

starting back at me.

they never say the

right things the way you did,

or touch me in the places

i need to be touched.

i’ve fallen prisoner to your love,

marking down the

days until my release.

i want my freedom back.

i’m yearning to abandon

the trap of your captivity.

those eyes.

i would submerge

in his oceans

just to feel the blue

hues of his eyes again.

please don’t tell me you are fine.

i can see behind those eyes

straight through every lie.

you cannot hide your spirit from me.

i’ve seen more of you than most,

felt your heart beat from the inside.

come here and let me rebuild you.

i’ll make all this hurt go away.

we weren’t

the right people at the wrong time

or the wrong people at the right time.

you were exactly what i wanted,

and i was more than you needed.

we helped create each other,

which is more than most people

manage to do for another.

love came too easily to us.

we took each other for granted,

not realizing what we had

until it was too far away to return

back into our greedy hands.

now staring back at the

past doesn’t hurt like it used to.

i guess they were right;

time fixes all.

we took

things too far.

i could point fingers,

but blood is painted

on both of our hands.

- wounded

you took my words

with you as you left.

i’ve been living in

subtitles ever since.

- i cannot wait to

have my voice back

most nights,

i fall asleep in

the arms of

your memory.

and most nights,

it’s enough.

oh,

sweet girl.

i see your heart,

the cracks don’t look as deep from here.

you feel shattered as if everything has stopped
working.

you thought you found the one,

yet he’s nowhere to be found.

you lost him.

or maybe he lost you.