A river runs red
From my knuckles into the sink.
As I stand there,
Hands dripping.
Washing the evidence of loving you,
Scrubbing the remembrance of the flesh.
Draining into pipes are memories of bodies together,
And mouths full of lies.

Love must have fooled me with others but you
I still feel your touch on my skin
Your kisses on my neck
Your breath when you sleep
I still hear your heart beat while closer to my chest
I still have those beautiful dreams every night
I wake up with you on my mind
Like there's no one I have loved like I loved you

I am veiled. I am an insomniac.
I am a lot of raindrops on window glass.
I am the treasure that is hidden in dunes.
I am the screeching winds on dreary nights.
I am the blossoming trees on a warm spring.
I am your welcoming sight on a starry night.
Do not stand at my final resting place and shed bitter tears.
I am far away. I did not fall asleep.

why am I more afraid of losing you than I am of losing myself?

lipstick has its place
all over your lips

but that does not mean
you are any the healthier a mate