people get so lost at this damn school.

a heartbreakingly consistent reminder that i will never find love in your arms:

kiss on the cheek, kisses with teeth
we keep missing each other

i love you,
i love you,
i love you,

it was a glorious fall.
now let us heal our banged up knees
and our bruised lips.
time to pick the grass out of our hair.

i concede, i surrender,

let hearts wander
and maybe they'll come right back
again.