Love
Love


Take my teens, and all my songs
And the word that slipped into
Your vocabulary and give all of
That back to me.
Give me back those countless
Sunday morning kisses and the
Countless cups of coffee that I
Made for you. Give me all of that
And then some more.
Take away whatever you gave me
I can't look at the things anymore.
Take away those kisses in which
I could taste someone else in your
Breath. Take away memories of
Those hugs in which I could feel
The warmth of someone else.
Give me back the courage to fall
For someone again.
For I know when
You will meet someone in a cafe
On a July evening, you will tell her
How bad a lover I was. How I
didn't
Do things I should've. How I didn't
Love you right when I tore myself
Apart just so a part of me could
Stay with you when everything
Would fail.
My friend keeps telling me how i
Always fall for the wrong people but
How do I tell him that people who
Come packaged like train wrecks
Deserve the love too.
How do I tell him that you took away
Everything that you needed to fix
Yourself. How do I tell him that that
You were the rain to some evening
In June which wouldn't stop until the
Entire fucking city would drown.
It's another June.
And nothing has changed.
I am still at your doorsteps, asking
For everything back that you took
Away from me.