I wish we could forget the past

So we could love with less hurt

and more intention

You know sorrow, I know pain

So we know a bit of what not to do

but we also know what it means to be afraid

He made you feel invisible and she made me fear opening up

So we don’t know how to communicate without being too loud

I wish we could forget the past,

so it could just be us

without baggage from lost loves

but would we still relate if we weren’t both so messed up?

Jade Novelist ©️ 2018

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when my thoughts are drunk on you

and I wish I was more than just somebody you know

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when the confusion between ‘I’m ready to love again’ and ‘just walk away’ doesn’t hinder my desire

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when the idea of ‘living’ sounds better with you in it and I struggle to picture myself with anyone but you.

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when addiction forms and lust or love, force my infatuation infested crush to want to give you a chance.

Jade Novelist ©️ 2018

I would kill for a lover whose idea of romance included caring about my mental health.

Instead of flowers and apologies,

neglect and promises of future memories,

they would be conscience of how their actions would affect me.

Someone who cared to handle my mind in a good way,

not just knowing how to trick my clothes off

but someone who felt my sanity was my best quality and they wished to preserve that.

I would kill for a lover like that, where is my one worth killing for?

Jade Novelist ©️ 2018