you were my first kiss
and you made my
bottom lip bleed
and i remember thinking
standing inside the tornado
that was my bedroom
you must be a vampire
and my god
i want to marry you
do you remember when
we stopped talking for the
first time and i told you
to come find me when we
were both done being stupid kids
and i would get you a ring?
my heart isn’t sure
if that offer still stands
too busy working on
fixing all the chunks
you ripped out
but i could never stay
mad at you
and i think you know that
i just love you too much
but you won’t ever love me
the way that i love you
with the “IN” before the “L”
so i keep writing you
shitty poems that i may not
ever let you read
and the words act as
band-aids for all those little
tiny wounds that i keep
on coming back for
because someday
my heart and i will be able
to let go of you
but today is not that day