Waste

you are dust and ash
filling my mouth up with smoke
telling me that i am not
everything you thought i was

venom spills out of your mouth
and stains the air between us
i told you a thousand times
but never out loud

we are in a forest
and i long for you
but you are not mine
and you do not want me

how could you want me?
how, when there is so much
more for you out there
you deserve better

i cried while typing this
because i wish the poetry
that rushes from your fingertips
was my doing

i cried because maybe
i was hoping
those beautiful dreams
would be wasted on me