writer's block

and i wish i could write
about you,
because i want to tell
the world
how beautiful you are
to me.

but i can't,
and as you press your lips into my
collarbone,
i think,

maybe this is a good thing.
maybe this is just
for us.

br ea k

despite all the lies
you told me

and the half-truths
that danced past
your lips

despite all the words
tied to me that dragged
me d
         o
            w
                n
i was too blind
to see that you were
only bre a k 
                    ing
m e

because that is
              love
in the cruelest form.
     
                            k.t

at the root of this

i had only wanted 
you to love me
right.

i just wish
you had figured out
how. 

             k.t