why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty.
you gave her your sweater; it's just polyester
but you like her better. wish I were heather.

                                                         -conan gray (heather)

your name is scribbled with a permanent marker 
it refuses to leave 
his mouth 
I want to kiss my name on his lips 
so hard he forgets to breathe 
but I know he will still remember 
your name
I hate 
your name 
and the way it sounds
like an angel's breath when he says it out loud
do you know the power of
your name
it will bring Achilles to his knees
I know mine will always be a second choice 
his lips roll smoother when they pronounce
your name 

if I had the power I would have stolen
your name 
incinerated it and danced in the embers 
say, would you let me borrow 
your name?
let me have a taste of Ambrosia 
just for a second 
let me hear 
your name
escape his lips and call it mine 

I know he won't let himself love you
his eyes see me and only me but
what use is that knowledge
if his lips are still
in love with
your name