"how to get over the boy with the long black hair"

zero results when i ask google,

it’s a silly question that runs around in circles

i couldn’t catch the answer even if i wanted to

my swelling heart calcified to trap in this love 

that now just sits bored inside

i wrote about you then and i write about you now

i just don’t give you the love letters anymore

it feels like praying to a god

there’s nothing that proves you’re real anymore,

however badly i want to believe it

is this silence a punishment or your nature? 

i forgive you either way

just do me a favor and save me.

i’ll never book a flight to those florida beaches

you are the sun on my face 

and the calm cooing of the waves 

and the soft sand under my toes

there's really nothing poetic about the end

i only rhyme when i write about the good times 

and the tomorrows i hope for

now i just want you 

more than anything 

and you're not here. 

i cant create an idiom or half rhyme about the heartbreak

it just hurts 

and all i need is you.

to the boy who has my soul gripped harshly

i have odes waiting in excess

just be brave enough to grab the letter opener