Ultra Violet Semibold

and somehow less indoors than before.

This isn’t for your benefit so stop asking to see the shape of your words carved into mine. I’ll let you trace the scars with your finger, since they’re old and faded; missing the sting they once carried. But the words? Just let them breathe.

Just give me a sign, like “exit 4A toward Lovers Lane”, or “southbound highway 75″, or “stop” I know we have a while to go before I need to turn but I just like to know which lane I need to be in

I glanced at my phone again ”How are you?” hung like a crumbling arch and you still weren’t there I don’t know why I expected you to be when you aren’t here, either.

I’ll be right there in the shade with you

Untangling this knot is the very last thing that I want to do right now. Why do the knots form in rhythm with my heartbeat? I thought the beat was a good thing. but I’m so tired and how dare you drag me into this net; how dare you say you love me, and then make me feel this way.

If you really do love me, then why leave me be? It’s been hours on end with no message to see. // They say you put time into things that you love, so I offered my time but that wasn’t enough // Please don’t mistake my patience for ease. your lack of response is my lack of reprieve. // Your list of to-do’s commands your respect, but am I a priority, or a toy to neglect? // I’ve been put in a box until you feel like a visit, but I’ve been here before and know the way to the exit. // I remember you saying to me, “Please don’t leave.” and I don’t want to, but love, you keep petting my peeve. // I love you a lot despite where we are now, but I love myself too; remember *you* showed me how. // I don’t really like how this poem makes me feel, so I’ll leave it on read and give myself time to heal.