i am unkind
i am uncaring
i am insincere
i am unreal
i make promises i don’t keep
i disappoint

but i always loved you.

the way your words curl.

the way you eat.

the way you drink.

the way you never finish what you’re eating.

the way you step on my feet.

or bump into me purposely.

(but never really hurt me)

the way you say sorry when you do really hurt me.

the way you like shiny things. like satin.

the way you smell.

i guess i miss you.

i said “go slow”

you fell behind

the second hand unwinds.

after my picture fades

and darkness has turned to grey

watching through windows

i’m wondering if you’re okay.

You’re the echoes of my everything
You’re the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You’re the laziness of afternoon,
You’re the reason why I burst and why I bloom.
You’re the leaky sink of sentiment,
You’re the failed attempts I never could forget.
You’re the metaphors I can’t create to comprehend this curse that I call love
How will I break the news to you?