we love -
for we bleed oils
from the same palette

Romance is a fuel

that I can’t afford
for my diesel heart

that pollutes more
than the air around

How greener the grass is
with those rose tinted glasses

yawn into my hand,

curl it up into a fist,
grasp another sleepless night,

and break walls with it.

You're in my arteries
Pulsating through my body.
I'll never be the same.

For this is a new year,
a fresh new start.
But for me,
I know I will be thinking back,
from when we spoke last.
And saying in my mind
"last year at this time of year.."
For every month and every day,
is a reminder you are not here.
And I think to that time,
perhaps if I had done differently,
this year wouldn't be quite as lonely.

Loneliness is an empty mattress,

a paper moon,

the dust that settles while we sleep.