these are our stories

You little thief. Even when I don't see you anymore, You continue to steal These pockets of my time, Where I think of you still.

I don't laugh as hard as I used to, But at least my shoulders feel lighter than before.

I swear I won't forget you. But I hope as the days go by, I'll think of you less.

As long as you're in my life, I will always have a reason to smile.

It's bittersweet. The way you used to call me baby, and I'd demand you say my name instead. "I am my own person," I would explain. You would smile and agree, but still call me your baby. And now, you say my name exclusively. I wonder if it feels foreign in your mouth. I should've let you just call me baby.

"I haven't seen this picture in forever," he said. She smiled, and he didn't notice the sadness in her eyes. After all, he was her present and future, but she was just his past.

I choose hope, Just like I choose you. But I am tired of hoping That you'll finally choose me too.

You made me wicked and wild, Until I was reckless and fearless, But the fire you started became too much For you to contain, to control. So you thought to leave me abandoned, But actually, I burn brighter on my own.

Your story will be the one I tell To my future daughter Going through her first heartbreak. I only hope that after, she'll say, "Dad - I can't believe you did that."

Your actions have shown That your words are just lies.

I miss you. No amount of poetry could have said that more clearly.

birthday wishes - will you let me write you a love note?

You ask me to just coffee, And I am jealous the cup Gets to kiss your lips Over and over again.

Did you breathe air into my lungs Just so that you could Knock it out of me when you left?