at this point I just
hate nothing more but
the heart embedded in
my unmotivated body.
I just hate that
it's still beating
the symphonies of his voice
without me listening.
why do I even
look up at the sun
when I could very well just
start another call?
maybe it's because
I don't think he
wants anything to do
with me at all.
or maybe I just
want one more chance at
the art of letting go,
and I want him to
remember my lips and
not my everlasting pain.
or maybe it's just that
he hasn't called me yet.
maybe if I wade it out
he'll be might knight in
shining armor, again
and maybe I'll get to
love the sky once more
and ignore it's color blue
and focus on the
yellow sun, like a
golden cloud has covered
all the pain that dripped away
and maybe I'll recover
from this ordinary type of day,
where I
sit and ponder
what would happen
if I got to love him
again.