one day there isn't going to be any room to bury anyone anymore

those chances you wish you'd taken
wish I woulda been bolder
less cold-
-er, is that possible for me to do?
I've got walls made of iron and ice
and I never thought twice
that it'd leave me swimming
regret pools up in lost chances
lost moments of boldness
lost moments of warmness
could have experienced your soul
could have hurt myself when I saw it was foul
didn't even let myself find out
didn't even let ourselves melt down
into each other
maybe we could have another
maybe it's all lost in blurry summers
maybe I gotta get over myself
feeling like you'd still give a ****
why do I even give a ****,
cause I wanna feel good?
or because now I would
could
should
have

IT’S 2:38 AM BUT I NEVER SLEEP
ANYMORE BECAUSE
OVERTIME I CLOSE MY EYES
YOUR PICTURE BURNS IN MY
EYELIDS AND THE THOUGHT
OF YOU SITS IN THE BACK
OF MY BRAIN

I would tell you that you were
beautiful but that is such an
understatement because your
beauty is indescribable

it’s hard to wake up
from a nightmare
if you aren’t even
asleep

I'll never have the chance
To tell you that
Your favorite poem of mine
I wrote it for you

It's been a year and I still get butterflies when I talk to you.
That feeling in my stomach when my heart wants to reach out to every part of my body and share the happiness you give it.
"Butterflies". It's been a year and I still call it that.
Butterflies happens when you're dropping on a roller coaster. Butterflies happens when your car goes over a bump and then you feel yourself falling down.
This isn't that. This only happens with you.
This is what they said I'd know it when I feel it.
This has to be what they call love.

pictures emblazoned from mind to tee-shirt
ripped through love and sweat
our skin flakes a witness to our touch
I loved you then and there, naked ******* and curved hips
we fell deep into a drug induced coma for a full ten years
my angled frame nestled within your dream
and my dream welded with yours we sailed the sky
making love with the air we breathed into each others mind
we took another tab and flew away from all the ******* we ever made
and never came back but we said goodbye there, finally, for the last time.

I've heard people who are away from each other say-
"at least we're under the same sky"

but we're not,
because it doesn't rain here the way it does back home,
the sun isn't warm enough to tingle my bones.
the sky here bends to meet buildings and towers,
not the hills and mountains and their wonder

So I say-
*"but we're not. the sky here is different."