You

I'm not in love.
I hardly even know you.
You aren't the first.
You'll hardly be the last.
These feelings, they die
These ideas, they pass.

Yet if you asked,
I can't say I wouldn't be yours.

the price of life

Looking forward,
Eyes afraid.
Hoping Silently
the price was paid.
Nodding gently
It is done.
Somehow feeling.
Nobody won.
Gently, slowly,
Leave behind.
All the goodness
All those kind.
Realizing finally
It is true.
It matters less
When it isn't you.

Pieces

In that moment, she knew than picking up the fallen pieces would only add to their number. She left them behind, knowing full well she'd never see them again.

He searched for years, finding every one, all the while losing his own.

He gave them to her with the highest of expectations, not realizing that she had moved on.
She found someone else.
The scraps he devoted his life to were broken and forgotten.

So there he was, clinging to her life, realizing that they were the only shreds he had left.

warm nights and drunk strangers

and the damned thing is, I wouldn't change a thing.