spilt ink, crumpled papers, my hands tire, my heart lingers.

I.
i'm sorry, for loving you,
albeit you told me not to.
i hope you're happy now.

words unsaid, coffees made
bitter, past three a.m,
these pages litter.

II.
i know i shouldn't,
but i can't help
thinking of you.
my heart was never
bulletproof.

winds whisper, echoes
your name, letters
deftly merged, i was
to blame.

III.
i was always a fool
when it came to love.
and now i'm drowning
in thoughts of you.

yellow pages, these
letters seemed lost,
useless, pathetic,
what do they cost?

IV.
i should've
known better,
than to fall
for your eyes,
whose irises
swirled, and
masked with
disguise.