LMNOP

It's easier to write about things I understand,

Like the callouses on my fingers

or the stains on my shirts.

How they got there,

Whose fault it is,

and that I'll probably miss laundry day again this week.

I can't tell you how many times I've sat at this desk,
with my fingers against the keys,
so I can feel my heart hurt.

The key to being lonely
is giving away so much of yourself
that when you try to scream
you don't even have a whisper left,

You say you love me like it's the easiest thing in the world,
and when you're gone I miss you,
and the way you write the letter "A" like it's
a square instead of a triangle.

I keep trying to write
but I can't distinguish love & sorrow
because it reads like "elemenopee"

I'll let you know when that changes.