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.