it feels like there is a void in my chest
it isn’t like when i am missing something
it is as if nothing was ever there to begin with
but how can you miss something you never had?
someone born without sight missing the colors
of their favorite painting
the current thoughts of everyone who isn’t born yet

i woke up this morning wishing there were an easy way out
i ran out of gas
on the side of a highway
with nothing but desert on all sides
i used to feel thirsty in this heat

if the opposite of love is apathy
i have been thinking a lot on how
life and i fell out

your lips taste like copper
the red all over my shirt
you did not ask to taste metal
and I’m too young to feel this
pull it open wider than
the sick smile
curling your ****** lips
to get a view of
how bad the damage really is
your favorite knife, your favorite skin
I taste like iron and copper

it was raining
and I wanted the window open
I missed you with every drop

I was a dripping faucet to the rain
you would be asleep by now

peace never made me tired
watching your rain sleep
the smile creeping into your face
happy that the soundtrack
is real

the air buzzed when I heard it start
it felt like a warm embrace
on cold skin
my warm arms
that you let in

the hollowest point
went through my hand into you
and took you away

without us
the air is missing
your scent now

it was waves crashing
misting skin
leaving glistening optimism
on a hot day

one hundred and twenty
Hours of relief

our star gently reaching its hand
in between trees stretching
begging to touch the sky

it was waves crashing
white noise over silence

I heard peace in it.

I sat at the table we sat at two years ago
I had the same terrible airport omelette
with the same soapy airport coffee
it feels like I should be sharing this with you
as if I simply forgot to book your flight

it was the first time someone called us correctly
we sat in the right seats,
on a morning brighter than this

it’s all gray
missing luggage on a cross country flight
I sat in the right seat
and felt warm pretending