a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

2am

hot tears streak down
bleary eyes
onto hyperthermic cheeks,
waiting for a reply.

the first night, some moons ago
every word you said,
thought that you had meant it.
it felt real, something fresh in old veins.

but a break in conversation
happened faster than expected.
and late night communication
turned to hoping i was
someone you could cherish.

photos on a camera,
lens is cracked now, broken.
im clumsy with my footing,
can't you see me falling?

i never wrote you a poem,
didn't want it to sting.
i've only altered one's words for you,
i think im the only one who noticed.

now you feel so far from me,
did you ever really want to stay?