When you kiss her
And realize passion does not
live inside her
You will roll over with a sigh and
remember me
You will trace your fingers over my favorite spots and
feel that my prints
Are engaved into you skin
Right there,
To remind you
No one
Can
Touch
You
Like
I
Can.

Circumstance will never understand What
It
Has
Taken
From
Me

I see myself falling back into
old ways,
But I no longer care

So I'll let you bruise your knees on her bedframe
The way I did last Friday night
And after subtle thoughts and unpublished words
Will I still reach for her hand,
But with apathetic eyes and ebony hair,
She grows distant
I recede

I must admit I am more damaged
after you left, less whole.

There is a piece of me
you stole.

I have let you make footprints
in this town,
And it's haunting when
you're gone

Soft fuzzy outlines of what used to be
Happiness