the moonlight
glistened on your skin
on those tangerine nights,
your sweet moans
my own gentle lullaby,
in sweat and blood
we sang through the dark.

as i lay
in this eternal slumber,
i hear your voice
and my heart
skips a beat again.

you were that laying back
sipping coffee,
sunday morning kind of love.

your love is deadly;
only you
could break me twice.

i know these words
never need to leave my lips,
i know you feel
the same void
in the pit of your stomach
tearing you inside out
but i'll still say them
for only you to hear;

i miss you
more than words
could ever express.

you turned me
into dust,
so i turned you
into w
     o
          r
      d
             s.

i miss you
and then i remember
you broke me first.