sometimes i still hate you
hate is a strong word maybe you don't deserve it
it's more of an ache.
to think about your beauty
and how i collected so many should haves on the way
your light brown curly hair
falling down to your hips
and your eyes so soft
like a weeping willow

how i wept
many nights

befuddling now, isn't it
how i pour sweet words all over you
how i cultivate our connection
how i make sure i touch your heart

even though his traces in it
let it
thunder
from far
far
away