I Miss You So Much So Much. You, Who Did Not Exist.

i miss you so much so much. you, who did not exist.

i am conflicted.

how can i cherish the memories of us that are undoubtedly happy— that i undoubtedly love— without falling back in love with you?

how do i reclaim the memories of a critical time in my life and make them truly mine when a rift in space would be closer than my memories and the reality of you?

someone said to me that lovers raises their voices when their hearts are far apart. he consciously chooses to never raises his voice at his girlfriend so that her heart never has a reason to drift.

the army anti-love poem

my drill sergeants made fun of me

for having terrible aim

500 freedom seeds

23 targets shot

477 hit cupid in the butt

or maybe it was when i threw that grenade

three feet from cupid’s face

that angered him so much

he took my love away

one arrow shot through my heart

and ripped it clean apart

i’m still a magnum opus with or without you as an admirer

tell me why you’re still on my mind