prequel to poems

you say you want me to

write you poetry

I want to write on you

with my fingers

have my words imprinted

forever on your skin

and tattooed behind

your eyes

claiming ownership

of you entirely

tell me if you still want

poetry from me

not over you

who am

I kidding?

I am not forgetting

I am only learning to let go

past tense

and you, you play your game

while I, I wait in vain

that time you said

you loved me

all I heard

was that

‘d’

Thief II

don’t sit there

telling me not to let anyone 

steal my smile

over you

and slowly

realization dawns

that I am forgetting you

when I am able to do this:

delete every single message;

saving nothing, erasing memories

magic vs. logistics

if we are no longer

debating this

magic

and our argument

is essentially

logistics

you know we will

never get off

ground