#callycpi

I don’t think you know how to pack

all your poems away

because I can see each awful word you

called yourself that day.

I don’t think I’m going to let this hurt

just to end up back at your door

and I don’t think it was me who you kissed.

No, I don’t think

but I think that I don’t love you anymore -

I don’t.

What am I feeling

well that starts with you

and it makes its way down.

It’s harder to write poems

with or without you around.

You call me crazy and crazy

is exactly how I feel.

If you had asked me why

then I’d have nothing to conceal.

Something is vanishing tonight

with little hope in sight.

I’m putting down words in flight.

Everyday I hope I’m making it right.