I keep your promises in a mason jar beside my bed
I guess I have a bad habit of poking too many holes in the lid
Because they all flew away.
My mother says
It's because I have so much hope
It won't fit into a mason jar.
The holes are so some of it can escape and get to the people who really need it.
But you let me go so fast
I wonder how it was so easy.
I still see you in everything I do.
The cracks
In the side walk
Every dead flower
I've ever taken pictures of
I hear you
In the lyrics of my favorite band
I thank gods I don't believe in
That you left without goodbye
I swear
It made me bleed for weeks
Poetry, that is,
And I'm not ever gonna be over you.
But I guess that's okay
Because even then
I'll always have something
To write about.
