Cracked lips hurt the most.
You learned this when you were young.
Naive and overwhelmed by the things you felt.
You didn’t understand them and so you ignored them.
Pretending that your mind didn’t scream at you,
Smacking at the ****** fingers that tried to pry at the closet doors.
Then you met him.
And you remembered that band aids exist.
That alcohol can clean the wounds that cover your skin.
You were so caught up in feeling something,
That you forgot liquor stings when it hits flesh.

Bodies crash into foreign sheets
and lips mold against currents.
Drunken declarations of love,
filled without meaning or thought.
The world fades to black
and slumber takes over.
Hands clutch empty spaces
and lift cold pillow cases
to realize that it was never real.
It was just a night weaved through time,
forgotten one day to never be spoke of.
Lonely people discovering what it's like to feel alive.

Light shines through windows,
painting on comfortable carpets.
Stairs creek after steps passed
and throats clog after whispers caught.
Waves crash against sand,
playing soft symphonies in lonely ears.
While hearts break as glass smashes to floorboards
and bodies fall into pieces.

one-night stand conversations
are probably
all
we'll ever
be

I knew a boy once,
beautiful and broken.
He made rules out of construction paper
and lived by others ideas.

I knew a boy once,
who saved birds from annoying teenagers
and despised shoes with a burning passion.

I knew a boy once,
who couldn't swim
and floated on water like he was weightless.

I knew a boy once,
who could swim
and seemed as though he was born from the sea.

I knew a boy once,
who met a boy
and they saved each other.