i guess we’ve picked up on each others bad habits
dysfunctional sadness that drives us to madness
blissful chaos —who could blame us
happy is a thing we no longer know how to be
only wounds and scars for each other to treat
when at our best we’re an organized mess
neither brave enough to leave this inhabitable nest
and though leaving each other might be the right thing to do
it gives us nothing familiar to fall back to
and to that i say
          —lets plan leave some other day

3 AM and the famed
“World’s Best Coffee”
Isn’t doing the trick.

Dawn at diners
Is where the lonely
Gather for company
‘Cause we’re tired of
Laying alone on a bed
Too big for one
Too small for our thoughts
Too much of a reminder.

[Your imprint still fresh,
An outline to the right side of my pillowcase,
And some nights,
When I’m consumed by thoughts of you,
I’ll crawl into the depression,
And let the space engulf me,
Until I remember that,
Just ‘cause you laid on the right side,
Didn’t mean you were always right,
And a strange metaphorical hope
Bubbles out of me,
When I remember that
Hearts tilt to the left,
But, when you left,
It was quite heartless.]

We prefer indistinct strangers
Who we secretly hope
Have stranger problems
That maybe they’ll share
To make ours seem more bearable
But, more often than not,
We sit in a shared silence
Fatigued, insomniac, alone together,
The (lonely) only chatter with the night shift waitress.

I might write about
Your smile
Or
Your laugh
Or
All the ways in which I wish you were mine.
I might detail for you my
Devotion or
Show you snapshots of my
Heartbeat
And how every
Thump
Sounds like your
Name.
I might tell you
How you haunt
My dreams.
But a good kind of haunting.
One that I want to
Put away in mason jars
So that I can
Save it for the winter.
When It's
cold and
I don’t
Have you
Anymore.
I might write to you about
How much
I love you,
Or I might just be content
In writing  
Nothing
At all.