you.

i began to have symptoms of you.
i began to think and talk like you.
i laughed like you, i walked like you and i even began to
smile like you. i missed you so much that i became you.

and as the years passed, i heard
rumors that you became me too.
and when we finally crossed, we 
stood silently in front of each 
other and i felt like i fell off
the edge of the earth.

i knew what we had was not over,
we were not done and we did not
know how to make our love end.

r.m. drake

something one-sided but thought i needed anyway.

The feeling of having a delicate flower without a vase to put it in.

Like pouring a bowl of cereal to find out there isn't any milk for it.

I don't have any directions anymore. Everything has turned into that one street we once walked on together. Or the building you once held my hand in. Or the neighborhood you took me to see. I'm trapped inside a nostalgic grid. And I won't ever find my way out.