Yours

When you let me go, let me know.
I would hate to think that what is mine is still yours.

The trouble with summer...

Summer brought excitement.
Summer brought the unknown.
Summer brought love.
Summer brought freedom.
Summer brought lessons.
Summer brought faith.
Summer brought ripped jeans and loosened belt buckles.
Summer brought heat on the back of my neck.
Summer brought refreshing winds.
Summer brought whiskey-stained lips.
Summer brought cigarettes with too much lipstick on them.
Summer brought painted fingernails and a ruby red ring.
Summer brought your hands in mine.
Summer brought your lips to my neck.
Summer brought your feet to my doorstep.

Yet the trouble with summer is that it always has to end...

The Plan

Maybe we could come to an agreement.

I'll love you ridiculously.
I'll love you blindly.
I'll love you faithfully.
I'll love you ruthlessly.
I'll love you unknowingly.

And you, you would be satisfied.
Maybe we could come to an agreement. 

Conversation

I would rather not talk about the pain.

Let us talk about the hope, the happiness, and the pleasures we have found.
Then, if we must, we could talk about the pain.
But, I would rather not talk about the pain.

My Biggest Fear

My biggest fear is that you've tucked me away with your old shoes underneath your bed.
My biggest fear is that you've buried me away in your last Newcastle.
My biggest fear is that you turn out the lights without seeing my face.
My biggest fear is that you don't miss me the way I miss you.
My biggest fear is that you haven't forgiven yourself.
My biggest fear is that you're leaving without saying goodbye.
My biggest fear is that you've lost your sense of wrong and right.
My biggest fear is that you've forgotten.
My biggest fear is that you have not let this break you like it has broken me.
My biggest fear is that you're not mad.
My biggest fear is that you're okay with all of this.
My biggest fear is that you can't hear me over the silence.
My biggest fear is that you're right where I am at.
My biggest fear is that you remember.

After all. . .

Remember those things I wanted to say to you but I didn't because I didn't know how? 

I still do.

Today

I wish you hadn't of picked me. . .

Alone

I walked a crowded street until I met you. 
Then we walked together.  Yes, we walked together.
We walked together for a while. 

But a while is not forever.
No, a while is not forever.

Unfinished

I don't like knowing that something between us almost happened.

Love

I haven't let it ravage me.
I haven't let it rip me apart.
I haven't let it ruin me yet.

But I know it's going to.  I can feel it.

Street Light

Sometimes it gets dark during the walk, and right now it is darker than it has ever been before.

But just because it is getting darker does not mean you are any less safe. 

Anymore

I don't need your coat anymore.  I only needed it because it was cold.

And it's not cold anymore.
...it's not cold anymore.

For A While

"I just got mixed up in you.  That's all..."

Crawl

"You don't haunt my dreams anymore.  No, you creep up on me and crawl into my thoughts during the day which is much worse."

Until It's Over

If I saw you...

I'd slap you.
I'd kiss you.
I'd slam you against the wall.
I'd hug you.
I'd punch you until I punched the wall behind you.
I'd hug you ever so tightly.
I'd kick you.
I'd trip you.
I'd fall in your arms.
I'd look into your eyes.
I'd hold you.
I'd slap you again.
And I'd kiss you again.
And I'd kiss you again and again until it's over.

Still...

I let you go a while ago, and it still hurts.
I have let you go time and time, over and over, and it still hurts.
I have cursed you and blessed you in the same breath, and it still hurts.

Why is this pain so trivial?
Why does this pain revolve around the memory of you?
Why won't you let me go?