Goodbyes on my tongue like dewdrops that never fell,
Goodbyes I never got to say in just the right way.
Sorries mistimed and
I love you’s far too late,
Like begging for forgiveness
While never repenting the sin.
Watching you fall in love
Hurts me more than it ever did before
Because I know how things will turn out.
I lack bitterness on my spectrum and yet
I am dyed red from
Friendship long dead.
It hurts to think I matter less
When matter cannot be created
Perhaps I am not gone
But simply lost,
Like broken pencils and