i wanted to keep you

you were my best friend
the one i turned to
when things went right
and when shit got rough
my deepest thoughts
that most times even i didn’t understand

you always listened
and didn’t run
when i was complicated
why can’t i keep you?

i understand things are different now
i get it.
i guess i’m just weird
for still caring
and thinking you’d actually
remain significant in my life

silly me
to think what we had was different
and strong enough
to survive this

this is the end
of you and i

i won’t fight the memories
but instead lose myself
in their beauty
even though it hurts

in this moment
i still feel the unique spark
you lit inside of me
and grew to love
more than anything i ever knew
the sounds and smells, and sunsets, and the real moments
that left me fucking breathless
dreaming of our future
we swore we’d build together

your long eyelashes blink at me
that smile now spreading across your face
that i didn’t do anything to deserve

existing was enough

that fucking smile
that left me feeling light
and like i could do anything

but i realize now,
that what you left behind
is a better me
someone who wants to be better

than i used to be

i feel like i can do anything

Dream of Me

I will not show you my face,

but instead

allow your mind to create your own version of me.

We all do it

Meet someone and hope they are this way or that way

Create someone they could be

The mystery pulling me in

and filling me with hope

that always ends in disappointment.

Feeling selfish for hoping they would be

the version of them, that i like best

in my mind.

I wonder what I look like, to you.

If you were to see me, would you have me all figured out?

Do we ever truly figure anyone out?

What do I look like in your mind?

Am I someone you like?

Will you dream of me tonight?

I wonder what I look like, in your mind.