A POCKET-SIZED GIRL

He keeps me in his pocket
for a rainy day;
he swears I'm not an object
as he yo-yo's me away.

A friend is what we'll call it,
but my friend, he does not know,
each time it rains I love him—
so to his pocket, I must go.

He thinks he's being clever,
but I am not a fool;
his love ain't worth a penny,
so to my heart I must be cruel.

I HOLD

If I could have had
him,
I could have let
him
go.

But without
the having
there was
nothing—
so to the nothing
I
hold.

MY MOON

I'll always wonder what time it is there; if you're dreaming, or awake. My moon is your sun; my darkness, your light.

I'm in the future, you'd jokingly say.

And I know where you are, because I'm watching you from the past.

A WISH

Sometimes I wish
that he will live
and I will see him.

But mostly I wish
that he will die, and take
my memories with him.

WORTHY


If you ever decide to feel— feel this:
I love you. I always have. I always will.

Not because you're charming, beautiful
or lovable.
But because I choose you.
Everyday I wake up and I choose you—
again, and again, and again.

But if you cannot feel, and if you never
feel this, then know:
I do not love you. I never have. I never will.
Because you're not worth my love.

(Come back my love, I am drowning.)

7am

They said that I’d forget you,
and I knew it wasn’t true.
But sometimes I wake up now,
and my heart’s no longer blue.

I press the Keurig button,
dancing across the room—
Sometimes it’s nearly seven,
before I’ve thought of you.

And though we sleep together,
all night side by side,
one day I’ll have my coffee
without you in my mind.