A Never Writer

So I welcomed you into my arms

And carved you a home inside my body

Just to keep you warm

But see, I tend to forget

That you can’t make a home in a person

Because you will be left empty

When they take their leave

Not everyone is meant

To withstand the storm and calamity

That goes on in your head

And more importantly,

You can’t love someone

Than the love I carried for you

And my tongue has never tasted anything more sacred

Than the sound of your name

I am praying to the gods old, new and forgotten

To forgive me for trying to reach for a heaven

I never knew even existed

But how could I resist the temptation

When you are the closest thing

For the love it never had

To the girl with a crown of broken hearts:

How does it feel to carry the burden

Of the love of many

Yet having loved none?

I am curious to see

How your heart is doing

Inside your ribcage

Trapped and afflicted

To listen to the sonnets written

By every boy and girl

There’s a graveyard

Filled with tiny little coffins

And inside of them

Are stories of things that could’ve been

Of chances I should’ve taken

Of holding hands that could’ve led to kisses and drunken solemn nights and lazy Sunday mornings

They are the stories I did not pursue

The dreams I’ve long since forgotten

The people I wondered about in passing

And in all honesty