You’d rather succumb
Than not submit
Be weak & let go
Than be strong
Take all your guards down
To hear me say my words
To you
To have but a little something
Of me
Your voice goes quiet
When we part
And I love it
It’s the tail end of your
Comet
Passing me
In the night

I brought one sandbag with me
To stop the inevitable
Flood
of you
When you come back

Rolling over to find you
Snuggled into my back
Trying to find warmth
‘Did you miss me?’
‘You know I did...’
‘I’ve missed this...’
Kissing me
Scent of your body
Giving off radiance
Your hips in the moonlight
Opening
Lip trembling
Opened eyes in desire
Then coming in for more

Awake
Clock reads
3:14am
Smell of your hair
In my nose
The place next to me warm
Desperately
Get back to sleep
Back to you

For what it’s worth
You’re never too old
To start a Facebook account
I hope you live a life worth
Posting up
With a face that doesn’t need a filter
A life filled
&
Full of Likes
Retweets
&
Comments
And if you find that you don’t
I hope you find the strength
To start a fake account

If you opened me up
To reveal my beating
You’d find the lacerations
Of years
Of lovers
Crushes
Heartbreaks
Goodbye to my grandmother
Friends I’ve lost
The ones
Who said they’d stay
The Scarred Heart
‘There’s a bandaid on a part...
‘Of your heart....
You say
‘That’
I say
‘Is you healing it...’

Everyone from the age of 10 knows that the best
Sick Day
Movie is ‘The Princess Bride’
Even if you’re playing hooky
‘What about The Empire Strikes Back?’
Asks my 10 year old
And now I have to rethink
Everything

Found that orange pillow that you’d bring to our Saturday nights
On my couch
And like a dummy
I smelled it
And somehow
Someway
The gods remembered
How much I loved you
Because the smell of your
Hair was still upon it
After years
And
Years