I've heard that the first and last are those remembered, but neither stays, nor all those in between, the then and now.

We lose first the face then the feeling, like a thing we hold a little too tight, but then suddenly we have no tenderness, no memory of holding, no memory of soft beds.

Just standing in the hallway between here and there, wondering what could we have possibly said to fill that void.

First breaths, the walls echoing soft moans or thunderous wails.
Frozen prision pizza, the last meal of a dying relationship.

Maybe in that space beyond anything we known, perhaps your tiger tails of dash and dust will cross mine, an arcadia light years from now.

Perhaps I will remember your sent, your smile, the arch of your back, or the way your nails dug into my skin as your lips curved to whisper my name
     before black arcs
                                     Deeper
                                               Into
                                                      Black
Scre­aming past planets and memories that have no name to me any more.
However, what truly stays? Even this moment is now
gone.

To the girl with the notepad
Scribbling war into my skin
Tell it well this time

Sing To me I beg
deafen me
Shattered this emptiness
Rip away this loneliness
Replace her voice
Fill the void
Calm this ******* storm inside of me
Replace the part of me she took
Sooth my soul
Please

Sometimes it feels
like I am
sleeping
through a plane crash

The words have faded
I am lost
Pale skin dances across mine
Moonlight seeps through
My eyes shut
Breathing stills
The walls echo my name
You exhale

I
wish
people
weren't
afraid
of
Love

I wish I was less reckless
Less weak
For you
I wish that I could have
Stayed away
Stopped opening that door,
******* throw away this
Key
Write your name on a piece of
Paper
And toss it into this
Inferno
You left me in

You take me apart with every touch
These walls of reserve crumble like sand with each caress, with every breath

I beg you take me, unravel me
I reach out for you
As I disintegrate, but touch nothing but empty hands.

Here is to the wreckage we are.
The strength of war running through our veins,
Bruises that burn our insides,
The hollowness of our right chest cavity,
The hurt in our eyes,
The loneliness,
Let me make museums of it all

Fire in her viens
Longing in mine
Eyes of pale topaz
Steele emerald in mine

Ignite my soft soul
Burn away the
Emptiness

No longer do I fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can
no longer see the stars in my eyes
As long as they still choose to look
they will find them again

Love is
deliberate
Love is a
conscious decision

Are you even real,
I moan as I caress the ghost beside me
Before I drown in the loneliness of my sheets

Sunshine radites though her hair,
Soft moonlight liummantes through mine

Thus the moon chases after the sun

Eyes of steel emeralds,
And pale opals
The best perhaps ever mined

Blackbeards most precious find

Moonlight dances along her skin
And fire on mine.

To the girl
With fire
for hair
Animate my soul  
Burn away the loneliness

Your eyes
are
indigo skies
i am lost in them

If it makes you feel broken
in any way,
end it before it ends you

After the heart stops there are seven minutes of brain activity left. Seven minutes, where the brain plays back movie memories of what shaped it- like a homage to the *****, like a final goodbye to the restless dreamers that lived by it, and the unwavering capacity by which they loved through it.
During the first minute, I saw you. I saw you as if it was the first time, and my god you were perfect. I saw the coy smiles, the terrible dance moves, and the genuine laughter. I saw you lean in for our first kiss. I saw me beaming on my way home, spellbound thinking, "This is something big. This is going to ruin me."
Minute two and three I saw the flicker of our flame, saw the way your bones played with moonlight, saw the endless letters you wrote me, scrawled in graphite along the surface of my skin. I saw the person you were working towards, awe-inspiring.  I saw the clock, as we counted down the the days, gripping tighter and tighter within our within our false reality, until I saw goodbye. The colours of every sunset I had ever witnessed, come together to build the contours of your face. I saw the purples of your under eyes. I saw the whites of your teeth. I saw the pink of your lips, and the reds that made the flush in your cheeks. I saw the person who had shaped me, the person who dig my heart up like dinosaur bones.I finally saw the person you were and the person I had made you become. But more importantly, I saw me, the dark shadow in the corner of your mind. I saw you whisper goodbye and god i wish there wasn't a billion souls because all I see in them is ur absence and it that moment, in the beauty of your night sky I finally closed my eyes and with my last breath your poison escaped my bones.

I wonder if years from now
The imprints you've left in me will
Still be
Visible,
Forever fossilized,
Etched into my bones

Your absence leaves a dull ache,
a phantom limb.
On occasion I can forget,
But then it's a sharp pain
to realize you are once more
a forever
Gone

I refuse to be a
prisoner
To a love that
left

I looked at you across the chasm that had grew between us
and marveled at the beauty and sadness there.
In me
In you

I looked at her and it broke my heart to see my lies dripping down her
cheeks

I have got to stop living in someone else's forever

Love was suppose to
give you wings
Not visit you at
your funeral

The moon reminds
me of you.
So beautiful, so far away

You saw museums
in me
where
I saw empty hallways

Can I sleep
inside
your
emptiness?

My soul loves
with
reckless compassion

Love was a casino
I continuously kept putting in
Hoping I would get a jackpot

If love can fade
So can pain

Two hearts separated when misunderstandings took the role
One took the side of expressing guilt by writing poetry,
The other chose the help of silence to bury the emotions

What you allow in your relationship is a reflection of how you feel about yourself

We are all poets,
Some write poetry
Some become the poetry

I tried to hold on to you
but you were
nothing but sand
And I was the tide
Who tried to drag
you out to sea

I let you in so I
could feel whole but now my body doesn't feel like home

Broken hearts can only mend
when they stop trying to fit into someone else's second-hand love

Almost eight billion souls
And all I see in them
is your absence

Find a passion
that
Exhausts your pain

I sit here and mourn
the lost of love
that never happened

My morning coffee was bitter;
Like it had been up all night replaying your words again.. and again;
Like it was tired of hanging on to hope
But it was strong too..oh so strong

I hope you find someone, someday
Rare, beautiful, and brave enough,
To rob you of your emptiness

I want to be there for others who need me.
But I am barely there for me and when myself shouts for my embrace, I kiss it with violence.

Oh how I want to be loved,
And accept love
But how my pendulum swings
From crowning myself worthy
To fearing I'll never be good enough

Assault so hungry for your bones
Your shadow resides on my wall
Void in my chest
I hope you can find rest

Tell me great painter?
Do I end up Happy?

Or was my fate decided the day you chose to paint me black and grey?

No pastels of vivid lush meadows
Or bright sunsets

No; just soft hues of inky misconfiguration
Blurred lines on page

My eyes roll back
As the world fades.
I
exhale desolation,
And let my phone die just like the feelings inside me.

If the man in the mirror wasn't always first, then maybe loving you wouldn't have to hurt.