On Time

It’s been over a year since I saw your face

So why is it

That I’m suddenly reminded of things I thought were gone

Of that night in your garage
Of you holding me steady, your hands on my knees, my hips, as I try to balance, reaching for something high above me
Of the feeling of your smile

I don’t want you back
I don’t want you back
I don’t want you back

I hear a song,

And we’re back on your couch
We’re doing nothing, together
You’re telling me you like my legs
Your roommate is making us drinks

Four months after you left
I started seeing Someone Else.
And he made me happy, for a moment
And when he told me what you didn’t think to

When I felt the crack and saw him falling through
I held on like he was a man thrown overboard
Desperately trying to pull him back to me
When he’d wanted to jump in the first place

He wasn’t what you were
But I tried to convince myself he was
Because I couldn’t do it again
Couldn’t have the same reason twice in a row
Couldn’t be the inbetween

The rebound

The pause button

Again.

These things have been repeated in my mind, in my words, for so long, it feels meaningless to even try to write them out

Not that you ever would

But

You could come back to me on bended knee
And I would still want to say no
I can’t live in fear of your mistakes becoming reoccurring nightmares

I woke up this morning
And I don’t know why I thought of you

It’s been over a year since I’ve seen your face
And I never told you then, and I certainly won’t tell you now
But I loved you
I want my love back
I want my time and my secrets and my vulnerable words whispered in the dark

I don’t want to erase you
But I need your ghost disappear
Vanish under the cover of a smoke bomb
And leave no trace of itself behind

I need my memory to let me go

On Loneliness of the Third Type

I want to be alone, with you. 

Does that make sense?
I want to be alone
I don’t want to talk to you
I don’t want to do anything
I just want to be alone, but with you there 

Because you won’t tell me I need to talk, or be anything other than what I am being 
And maybe just being with you
I’ll be able to talk to someone 
Express the feelings that swallow me like a black hole
Pulling me in 
Pulling me under 
You don’t ask that of me 
So I feel like I could give it 

Does that make sense?
I doubt it 
I’m rambling 
Sitting in a lavender scented tub with a damp notebook and a hand trying to fly away from me 

I don’t want to tell you what is happening, but I also do 
I want you to know
To help me lift some of this weight off my shoulders 
Not pick it up for me – you wouldn’t, and I would hate you if you tried. 
But just keep me company while I set it down for a while 

A rest between sets
A momentary pause 
To breathe 
And analyze where to go from here 

Because in between the call that never came 
And the texts with no reply 
And the words still ringing in my ears 
Between the voices in my head telling me to stop 
Not to try 
That I will only ever fail, at everything 

I think of your face 

So, yeah
I just want to be alone, with you 

It’s all I want to ask of you