The Knew Me

 Here it is,

the truth I am aching to say:

I have been 

a hundred versions 

of myself, 

each one more 

impossible 

than the last, 

but the one 

I liked 

the most 

is the me 

that you 

knew,

the one 

you fell 

in love with. 

Christmas Chaos

 The gifts are unwrapped, 

The paper litters the floor,

Christmas chaos here. 

1000 Letters

 They remain 

unsent:

thousands of letters 

to you,

apologies and 

accusations alike.

All the words 

I could never say,

and the ones 

that refused to remain

unsaid.

Miles

 The miles are felt,

each step harder than the last,

every single one.