you will never forget me,
i’m the one who’s name will stain your lips and
the memory of me is as
vivid as neon lights
my touch will give you goose bumps when i’m gone and
the sound of my voice will ring like bells everywhere you go.
you can’t forget me.

my words mean nothing to you,
do they?
all you want are the raw images of
lacy curves and hairless thighs,
the sound of my breathing and the way
my name sounds so good rolling off
your tongue.
it's as if when i say "hello"
all you hear is "ready, set, go"
my words mean nothing to you,
do they?

He thinks she doesn't care

She thinks he cares too much

A big mess of convoluted madness

It's a little bit funny

Is it not?

I know you wrote a song about me.
I haven't heard it but, I want to.
I want to know who you see.
I want to know what I feel like on your palms.
I want to know why it's me you think about.
I know I shouldn't ask but, would you show me?
Even if just for 3 minutes.

Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips

John Keats
John Keats
John
Please put your scarf on.