Scheduled

 

Paralysis

I am not me—

I cannot breathe,

Nor can I think,

For every thought thought

Is two more worries wrought.

 

Faded Bliss

I can't remember her,

Not how I'd like.

Our brief friendship,

The possibility for more.

 

I try to remember,

I don't want to forget—

Despite the pain

of regret.

 

See Her

I wish I could see her,

gain.

I wish I could be with her,

once more.

 

Am I better off

forgetting?

 

Déjà Vu

I've been here, before.

Lost a friend,

never seen again.

 

Can I regain it?

 

Don't Know

I don't know,

If I loved her—

Or if I still do.

Is it ruined?

Or is this just my mood?

 

Sickness

My head hurts,

Sitting on this

unmade bed with

a pile of books

at my feet—

too much to read.

 

Love Poems

Sitting on this

unmade bed with

a book of poems to

keep me occupied, but

they only remind me of

her. Of what could've been,

what could be,

what I don't have.

 

I am sitting on this

unmade bed,

an aching head and

book of heartbreak to

keep me company

in this foreign-familar land.

 

Poet Girl

I wish I were a

poet girl, like her—

a heartbroken poet girl,

whose words drown me.

 

Never Happened

I didn't even

get a heartbreak.

Didn't get to

get to love her.

 

- No heart to break?