i want to unravel you
pick apart your bones
devour you so hungrily,
you'll stain my sheets
and leave me aching.

i have always
lived in the past,
dragging around
this melancholy heart
looking for lost places
or past loves.
i guess i lost myself
a little too much
in you this time.

gone,
yet you linger
like a hollow cavity
in my chest.
i feel you
wrapped tight
around my ribcage
blooming
with every breath,
the sweetest lilacs
wrapping tight
like your body on mine
on clementine nights.

i want to write poems for you
but you bled me dry
and now all i have are whispers
in place of sonnets.

and now
at the end of our days
when we have nothing left
but our memories,
if i could tell you
just one thing
it would be how much
my heart burns for you
and that our love
will remain
my sweestest hallelujah
and outshine every star
in the night sky.

i will wait for you
until there is nothing left
but burning skies
and wilting roses.