I could put millions of stars in the sky on a perfect July night and I'd still think of you as the view

I wouldn't mind to have all of my little-girl dreams crushed by your fingers that trace my skin so perfectly

convincing us we have "followers"
of what
our personality
our religion
our values
our way of life
there is nothing to "like" about inconsistent imperfection, am i right
trying to make each of us gods
before we have thoroughly proved anything to anyone about our worthiness
zero effort needed

I do not miss you in moments,
But rather the lingering space that lies in between them:
The soft "nn" sound preceding "one mississippi"
Falls stagnant as I attempt to count out measurements of my grief.
Your presence is too large to be condensed into the language of time,
Hours and minutes limply droop over each other,
Until nothing is certain besides your existence.
Two mississippi, three mississippi,
I slowly drag out the syllables in a subtle defiance to your untimely exit.
Your time isn't yet over, I've kept you alive,
Pushing air into your crumpled lungs by counting sheep.
The moments in which you fell are recycled here,
Like stale air in a small cement cell,
They propel my time forward the same way they stopped yours.
I do not miss you during desperate sentences full of almost there prose,
But instead during the white space that runs between each line.

Four mississippi, five mississippi.

Black And White Tiles,
Lay Out A Room's Floor,
It Seems To Stretch For Miles,
A Single Red Rose Lay By The Door,
A Key Is Stuck In A Broken Lock,
Different Colored Brush Strokes Are Plastered,
On Every Wall Surrounding 13,000 Clocks,
It Was A Disaster,
But It Was Organized Choas,
One Wall Was Missing,
Then All At Once More Lights Than Las Vegas,
Ripped Through The Emptiness Kissing,
Each Glass Face Of The Clocks,
Making A Starry Reflection,
Wind Was Rushing In As Loud As The Screeching Of Hawk,
It Was A Fantasy As If It Were From An Enjection,
Galaxies Swirl Around The Room,
Making Dark Crimson Hair Fly,
The Light From A Soul Blooms,
I Now Know I'm Far Away From Any Sky,
Purple Rain Falls From The Ceiling-Less Dwelling,
There Is No Oxygen But None Is Needed,
A Heart Starts Swelling,
But No Words Were Pleaded,
It Was A Reason To Smile,
But A Reason To Cry Yourself To Sleep At Night,
But It Was Worthwhile,
For What I Saw After All That Light...

Your intelligence inspired me and compelled
     Me to reach for higher fences.

Your beauty disarmed me and caused
     Me to cast aside closely held defenses.

Your touch warmed me and stimulated
     Every one of my senses

Your Love engulfed me and motivated
     Me to shed long held pretenses.


Sadly...

Your heart now evades me and embraces
     All of my offenses.

Don't cry, this kiss is a kiss goodbye.
Don't cling, it's time to part.
Don't look at me nor ask me why
I've taken back my heart.

No questioning, no pleading;
No door remains ajar.
No doubt your heart is bleeding
Now, and wounds of love will scar.

Don't hope to ever turn back time,
Nor resurrect the flame
Of what became a pantomime
Of love, in all but name.