Playing hide-and-seek between the sheets,
you'd always find me.

Now I rummage through the linens,
searching the confines of the single bed.

Sometimes it's best just to roll over, fall asleep,
and not wake up until your return.

Goodnight, and sleep tight.

"I love you" is the shortest, most horrible lie you can tell.

Since you've left,
mornings aren't as good,
and dreams aren't as sweet.

I'm fairly tolerant to pain,
but no blood-gushing wound
hurts this much.


The heart is already divided into four,
what's one split more?

Numb to every touch,
the fuse no longer lights.
I've plucked out every hair
to absolutely no avail.

So I'll light up
and set fire to my insides.
Words protected only by closed lips
get singed away as well.

The sirens lull me to sleep now.
It's almost an unsettling comfort to know
someone is suffering far worse than me.

and nothing could contain us.

She'd tame us for only a while,
until a breeze blew a gust of hot air.

A kiss on the forehead and a few drops of ethanol
would ignite an uncontrollable blaze.

Until you finally extinguished it,
we were too lightheaded from the heat.

unable to sing, sleep, cry, feel.
With a single scar that she cannot hide,
a tome of secrets she cannot tell,
and an overwhelming fear that he'd return.

He left her,
but she left him, too,
taking away the only one who could care.

Eloquently written,
yet filled with venom,
neatly typed out,
and stored in your portfolio.

Handwritten confessions,
words once trapped by clenched teeth,
scribbled on a napkin blotted with tears,
and thrown in the nearest bin.

I found your words;
now go find mine.