******* it hurts.
Dropping my promises like mirrors shattering and whispering sweet nothing into my ear, you had me.
You wrote all over my soul and now i can’t say a word without choking because everything sounds like you.
We chased each other to the corners of the universe trying to find a way to love one another, trying to heal our wounds with empty kisses, and you used  to draw those stupid pictures in the sky, now that you’re gone the constellations look like you.

Clusters of neon feathers
Brightly lit by the suns early
Fire
Raven hair and russet skin
Dancing
Upon the pigmented cloth of men

when i first met you i was shy and still wore
pink and had an uncanny obsession with
sweaters and you had smiled at me so warmly that
i couldn't help but have smiled back because
you looked so happy
//
when i first realized i was in love with you it was
a warm july sun and a humid air and you were
laughing as i rambled on about a book
that i can't remember the title of but
god, i had never thought that people could look beautiful
under the horizon because the sky was too distracting
but on that particular day, i'm sure the horizon was jealous
of how light your hazel eyes looked and how deep your dimples were
i laid awake that night, thinking about your smile
and how happy it made me, and how terribly bittersweet
this was going to be
//
when i look at you know, i do not see the sun-kissed
boy with laughter in his eyes and a permanent smile on
his cheeks, i see a shadow of the boy i used to love and
sometimes i wonder if i should care at all that you're sad, because
you never seem to care when i am, though i suppose that is what
love is itself, loving somebody so unconditionally that
even when they laugh and mock you, you would still cry with them
the very next day
//
although then again, i'm sure you don't know what love is

lonely fact of life
people go, memories stay;
wishing vice versa