it* has been coming back
every night
and I had to make sure
I was still alive

don't leave me alone
this blade
against my skin
feels very cold

don't leave me alone
the puddle of blood
scares me
when I look at the floor

don't leave me alone
or it will consume me
and what's left of my soul

don't leave me alone
I can hear the sirens
and my eyes
are starting to close.

All the poems I wrote for you
were fond hyperbole; your hands
were not the saving kind and you
tasted nothing like the sea.

i've seen you cry
felt your pain
i've dried your eyes

i've seen your worst
felt your anger
i've helped your hurt

i've seen your best
felt your smile
i've forgotten the rest

i've seen your heart
felt your pulse
i've touched every part

i've seen your love
felt your love
i've fallen in love

You asked me why I love you,
And a million and one reasons came to mind,
But what I really wanted to say was that no one,
Will ever look at me the way you do,
And no one will ever calm the pain I feel in my soul,
Quite the same way you do.

And there it was.
your toothbrush
still in its usual spot
the perfect epitomy
of what is left of
what I feel for you

it is the last of
all that you left behind
the proofs that you were once here
an item on display
the final thing to throw away
but I don’t do it.

dusty and morphed
it shows signs of use
yet being untouched for so long
sitting there and waiting
for nothing
a lonely cobwebbed fool

it reminded me of better days
of the closeness and the comfort
it hit me just like that
a glance and a notice
I was trapped in flashbacks
all from a **** toothbrush

there is little left of what I feel for you
yet there it still sits
a subconscious essence
and once it was acknowledged
it brought be back to our befores
when you used to use that toothbrush