i love you but, i bought a house and forgot (i mean didn't) tell you, and also, i love you but, i didn't ask you to the dance. i love you but, she left her panties at my place. i love you but, i can't call you (i won't call you) i love you but, i never bought you a christmas present. i love you but, i can't be with you (because im stuck) i love you but, im too busy. too hurt. too. i love you but, i dont like touching you and why don't you do the dishes. i love you but, i don't want to kiss you. i love you but, im leaving because i care about you. i love you, but you're not invited, because you're not allowed to come (because she will be there and obviously we're fucking and how come you didn't see it) i love you but you're too much. i love you but, you need too much (even though you never asked for anything) i thought i knew what love was i thought i did, but maybe i just know what it isnt.
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burnt cheese.
i say i love you.
i say it in that way that
gives you permission not
to respond;
like maybe its a joke,
or you’re just a friend,
or maybe you did something
nice and it’s just a thank you.
i say i love you.
aftertaste like burnt cheese
stuck to the roof of your mouth,
hot fire you can’t spit out.
i push down all those
questions like
do you love me too?
can you just tell me
that you want me.
just me.
i pretend like i’m not insecure
even though i look in the mirror
and i fucking hate that girl
with the shit brown eyes
and the fucked up hair.
i hate her so fucking much.
i know what they say,
i know what i say,
but it’d feel so good just to
hear you say it.
just once –
i love you.
i love you so much.
you move the fuck away
and here i am,
writing shitty poems
wishing i was wrapped up
in you like the night sky
says goodnight to the earth.
soul. speak. 