What you don’t know

I’m jealous of the moon because she knows all of your midnight secrets
And your sheets that get to touch every part of your body while you fall asleep
As I keep an eye on this empty pillow waiting for your weight to keep it warm
But the sun is the luckiest of all
When you are half asleep, groggy, and painfully unaware of how beautiful you look she kisses your lips with light

Once was us

I miss you a lot but I don’t want to talk to you
I don’t want to hear how great things are since you left
Or how happy you are without me
I don’t want to hear the things you’ve forgotten
Maybe I don’t miss you
I miss who I thought you were


I’m upset because no one understands me
I’m upset because they think they do
I’m upset because I’m a prisoner in a child’s life but yet am told to grow up
I’m upset because I don’t have friends and that wouldn’t bother me if it was for me and not because it because of them
I’m upset because they tell me to do things I love but yet make me do things I hate
I’m upset because they say things but deny it when I bring it up
I’m upset because they get mad so easily
I’m upset because they don’t listen I’m upset
I’m upset


It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live in your book any more.