making me delicate

sometimes i feel so lonely. even when I'm talking to someone. anyone, really. the conversation seems pointless. and so much work.


the way you left me
made it clear
that this wouldn't be what I had hoped.
but i do think
it seems totally appropriate
to forget
that song you kept singing,
your green eyes- their silence.
my heart being torn up.
still
i'm dreaming
you're just the way i think you are.

and maybe
if I change my sheets
I might forget
what it was like
to be in love.