an ode to the loveless, these are for you.

go find her

there's still days when it's hard,
and when i'd rather be in your cold basement then my warm bed.
because you always made the cold go away,
but i always seemed to bring it back.
make the night worse somehow.
i'd break the mirror and stare into the shattered glass,
bringing you your 7 years of bad luck.
i don't wanna do that to you anymore,
so please go love her.
it'll hurt me,
but that's ok.
i need to move on even though i don't want to,
and sometimes i hope you don't want to,
and we could make peace.
but we'll always be on and off,
and i don't want the electricity to falter.
yet i'll always wanna wake up to you on a Sunday morning,
eat mini donuts for breakfast with terrible bed head.
and i can't say i know how i wanna end this poem,
besides that i want you to live.
i'm a mere star in your universe,
so go find your sun,
go find your nebula or galaxy.
she's out there and her light by far will be brighter than mine,
he colors more vibrant,
her vibe more whole.

go find her.