It's harder to say goodbye
Because what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?
And saying that bad things happen for a reason,
will not stop the bleeding.
Because you moved on while I'm still grieving.
And my heart is breaking because you never said you were leaving.
Every time I reach for you, it takes a minute to dawn,
that you are truly gone.
Every time I remember,
all those nights in September
I fall apart in time with the seasons,
trying to battle my guilt demons
because I never got to say goodbye before you died.
How can anyone hear the words I’ve never said?
When I try to speak, but I'm left with my mouth on the floor like a gaping idiot, how do you respond? Do you read body language for the question left unsaid? do you joke about it? Do you leave?
You leave because anybody that stares like that is a bit of a creep no offense.
Mission failed.
The person I hate the most notices, and whispers to you.
It's up to you. Is the question more important than your saftey?
un-condition-al /love/
if love was contagious i would've infected you a long time ago,
but instead you made it a game of tag,
only instead of slapping me on the shoulder like kids do-
you pressed your lips to mine and instantly i was it
and i wasn't fast enough to run up to anyone else so now it's just me
playing this game of tag that's turned into hide 'n seek
because i can't find anyone else to fall in love with me.
there's a birthmark on my shoulder-right where you touched me
and mama says it's always been there
but i don't remember seeing it until that night
after we spent the afternoon together running around
like five-year-olds on a play date,
and every so often i rub my grubby thumb along the mark;
if you squint it looks like a heart
but that's probably just me because papa says it kinda looks like cheese.
if this feeling was contagious i'd be stuck in my house for the rest of my life
but it's more like a rare disease because it seems
that only i have bared this illness and not even my friends understand
what's it like when your feelings become your thoughts and your thoughts become feelings.
hopefully this isn't genetic because i don't want my kids to suffer this
but that's if i have any, which at this rate i might not,
because all i want is you.
but you're still hiding and i'm still seeking and there's a trick i remember
from when i was younger,
so i yell "marco"
and wait for you to yell "polo" so i can finally find you-
say how much i love you
but you don't say a thing.
leaving me with words that taste like honey
at the tip of my tongue ready to come out
and tears that are blinding my heart
making it even more impossible to look for you.
god, i'm unconditionally in love with you.
