Before I fell
in love with words,
with setting skies
and singing birds—
it was you I fell
in love with first.

Love is a game
of tic-tac-toe,
constantly waiting
for the next x or o.

There is safety in numbness–
there is solace
in sleep.

You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.

I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too.

Like time suspended,
a wound unmended--
you and I.

We had no ending,
no said goodbye;

For all my life,
I'll wonder why.

I drew him in my world;
I write him in my lines,
I want to be his girl,
he was never meant as mine.

I drew him in my world;
He is always on my mind;
I draw his every line.
It hurts when he's unkind.

I drew him in my world;
I draw him all the time,
but I don't know where to draw the line.