These days I feel the cobwebs inside me sway
Whenever the wind blows.
And I'm never face to face with winter anymore.
It all goes back
To when I found my tears in your dirty laundry,
shoved carelessly in your back pockets and mixed with change.
Some kind of…
I laid myself down in the snow
And soiled it through your clothes-
-Sweat, blood and three days worth heartbreak and grime-
My kind of forget-me-not.
I left before sundown
Because it was one of those things
You knew you couldn't just talk about.
If it had meant more, right now I would be hurting.
Now I make love to my strophes (to keep from being lonely)
Kiss my pages and caress my words,
Close my eyes and pretend you still know who I am.