They watch us fall together
And break apart
Like tree branches.

I watch us split apart.

The splinters in my back aren’t from your words,
But from me bending to fit the mold you made for me.

We’re like flies
Hovering in wood ceilings,
Waiting for someone to turn on the light.

And they watch as we dance around it.

We move too close,
I’m not Icarus
But I fly towards the sun anyway.

I want to feel the heat on my skin;
Instead of feeling like your emptying out what’s left of me.

Icarus didn’t know better,
Neither did the flies.

I know better.

I’m aware of our insanity
But I let us repeat ourselves.

Your words hit my skin and leave me
Breathless again, like an addiction
And I let memories of your heartbeat
Drown out the logic of my conscience.

I’m not the fly.
I’m not Icarus,
And you’re not the sun.
You’re not the light,
I am.

And it’s going out.

I speak flowers
Light a flame for the broken
Tuck my shirt in
And say a prayer for the unspoken

I race demons
Smoke them out for a moment
Strike the chords
With a bow, let your soul crack open

I lose your hands
Hold tight to what's left in the bottom of the glass
Fill my heart with colors, I laugh
And it's that dream again, we fall into the grass

I am full
Float through the ocean, let your breath crash like a wave
Smile lightly for the loved ones that cherish
And know everything you were, was exactly what you made

What happened to enjoying
The scenery
Without our cell phones?
What happened to
Sitting in silence
As you inhale the nature around you
Why can't we
Just become a part of the picture
Instead of having to
Pull out our iPhones
To snap shot the moment
And send it out into the world

You once said,
sleep is for the weak
and I feel like Achilles
limping across the battleground of your
subconscious; eyes half shut
are eyes half open.
How long will it be
before I too drift into
the limbo of your nights
and forgotten
when you awake?