Dorm Room Poetry

Want

Want

Wanna watch the words

fall from your lips,

when you tell me goodbye,

tell me it’s over.

Wanna see if you cry

or play your old tricks,

see a flash in your eyes,

watch you lose your composure.

Wanna ask if you meant it

or if it all was a game.

Have you flipped your switch yet

and shut yourself down?

Was I all that demented

for hoping you’d stay,

hoping we’d fight,

‘til the moment we drown.

Wanna tell you to call me

if your plans go awry,

but I’m better than that,

though worse when it matters.

Wanna burn all the photos

but keep them close by,

hang the ashes all up

in the frames that I’ve shattered.

Wanna sit in a dark room,

attempt to relive

and pinpoint the moment

it all fell apart,

or just carve out my chest

‘cuz I know I can’t live

with or without

my cold beating heart.