she looks like poetry but my thoughts are in prose

a poem for savannah

a/n: her name is not savannah. she might read this one day. alternative title: mine too late

i wanted you so bad
savannah
you make my insides ache

and then you melted into him
savannah
(watching as my heart breaks)

so i purged myself of you
savannah
vomit up teenage dreams

fill myself up with cotton
savannah
sew up gossamer seams

you wanted me all along
savannah
(i wanted you back once)

my fingertips brushed yours
savannah
they just couldn't hold on

in another life you're mine
savannah
in another life i'm yours

you tell me you want me
savannah
when your blood is dead and gone

you taught me too much
savannah
but one thing caught my eye

two train hurtle down a track
savannah
they don't always collide