What in the world
Were you thinking
That night when you
Stuck a bookmark between
My effort and trust?

Did you try to read my brown eyes
Through her lighter lens?
Did you truly convince yourself
Her thin hair was as thick as mine?
Did you mark my scattered freckles
Onto her blank-sheet cheeks?
Did you manage to feel my crooked spine
As you mindlessly reached for hers?

I hope you have
studied me for
memory's sake;
My every word and
The lines of my palms--
for that's all you will have of me.
I will close my pages, and
you can't cheat with
a book that has
all the wrong answers.

Keep this in mind
the next time
you're with
her
and I'm

*gone.

We inhale and exhale the
same petty misdemeanor
for different reasons,
We get consumed in
music with
discrepant emotions,
and we go about life
with a smile buttered onto our face
with contradictory opinions.

Despite all of this we somehow
acknowledge one another
and yearn to endeavor more
into a mind we've
never encountered
before.

I want to make you smile
but I've forgotten how, and
you want to carry my heart
but your hands shake.

It's sad that
we may have
a chance at
something special
but will probably
lose it
because our souls
are astray and
our hearts are
much too
Inflicted.

He said "hello" and brushed his hand against mine
but I pulled away because his hands were not as
smooth as yours

He wore a suit to dinner but didn't wear it quite like you
and my meal appeared more appetizing than
the man himself

He looked into my eyes 
but they were empty because of my many tears I had spilled on nights alone

He kissed me but I felt nothing
my lips numb and drenched from the
bitter liquor that
I drank to forget you

He held me in his arms but
I didn't fit in the space between
his neck and shoulder
the way I did perfectly
with you

Eventually,
he gave up
and said goodbye
but it didn't break my heart
because you had already taken it and left
on that cold February day 
So long ago

I wish you had
Closed the door
On your way out
For the wind was
Heavily gusting in
And produced such
Unwelcome chills

However
When I finally gathered
The strength to
Close that door
Why did
The slight breeze that
Slid under
The aperture below
Still give me
The same
Wistful, cold feeling?