I Might’ve

I might’ve loved you, perhaps,

when the fireweed was blooming in fall

and the trees became a swirling mess

of fire.

I might’ve loved you then,

when the snow fell in winters gone by,

or in hot, dusty summers.

I might’ve loved you, before

our words splattered the walls

like blood in the crime scene of

our romance, and

amidst the apologies that littered the floor

lay two broken hearts,

still beating,

still lonely,

still wanting to believe in the fairytale,

not the awful reality.

I might’ve loved you better,

had I known could be better,

myself.

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I’ll Remember You

It was just one year ago,

A summer much colder than this;

I remember how you used to fidget

And avoid my hand,

Not sure what to do with yourself.

And I remember our first kiss,

You were so unsure of yourself,

But eventually you got it right

And kissing became wonderful fleeting seconds when

Our lips pressed together gently

And our tongues danced.

I remember  how uncomfortable you seemed with the idea of

“us”

And “we”

And “together”,

And I remember barely noticing as the discomfort slowly faded into

You becoming the most comfortable pillow,

And I, the warmest blanket.

It was just one year ago

When your touch was the most comforting feeling

Soft pressure on my skin,

Strong arms holding me close.

I used to look into your deep brown eyes,

So much warmer than my own,

And I was able to see the very depths of your love for me.

Does your soul still long for mine

The way mine pines for yours?

After so long, I can still feel your gentle fingertips

Tracing circles on my skin,

As fresh as the first time you did

All those months ago.

I remember your arms holding me close,

Tightly and gently all at the same time,

Comforting me when I couldn’t be strong anymore—

The first time you knew that I was not as fearless

As you thought I was.

What a summer that was,

Still so fresh in my mind.

And even though you’re gone now,

I’ll remember you.

This Is How It Ends

So this is how it ends.

No fight,

No begging,

No persuading.

Just silent, choking tears,

And a heartbreaking “goodbye”.

This is how it ends.

With wishes of better days,

Wishes of snuggling under warm blankets,

Wishes of watching movies with your arms around me,

And those quiet, soft kisses on my forehead.

This is how it ends.

No more tight hugs,

No more looking up to see you smiling at me,

No more plans filling up my weekends,

Just staring at my phone wishing you would call,

And missing how we were.

This was our love story;

And this is how it ends.

Monsters

The radio flickers in and out of static

Electricity in the air

Is breathed into our lungs

And static in our blood

 

Electricity in the air

News of war and hate

Static in our blood

Sullen eyes and empty hearts

 

War and abhorrence

Ravaged homes

Sullen eyes, empty hearts,

Soldiers that we used to know

 

Ravaged, empty homes,

Gun shots in the distance,

Soldiers that we once called friends

Become monsters as they march to the beat of our deaths