My bleary 3am eyes

Don’t pick out the annoying little things

That have me ripping my hair out

The next day

Ink stains

On an otherwise blank page

Coffee cup

on the desk

Rush of caffeine to my veins

As I try to reach the sum

Of my feelings

For you

In love letters and

Angry post it notes

A shoebox full

A lifetime’s worth

It’s no secret that I’m vulnerable

Easily sliced by

Cutting remarks

So when you tear me apart with your words

Just like tissue paper streamers

I die just a little

Cry just a lot

My bleary lovelorn eyes

Don’t pick out the annoying little things

That have me ripping my hair out

All over you