To me you’re a mystery that I must know everything about!
I want to watch as sleep becomes your shape and my world rests.
To lay in your presence and hear the words that fall from your lips like petals.
For the butterflies in my stomach can’t resist the nectar of your mind.

When our fingers are entwined, I can’t deny that we are made of stardust.
For you planets would align, Day and Night would take a back seat to watch you shine.
For you are a supernova to which no supernova can compare!
So I grapple with metaphors and similes’, though I know explaining your beauty is akin to breathing without air.

We kissed in all the beautiful places and you planted seeds in my mouth.
Between my teeth a garden of blood-stained white roses grew.
Nothing is safe in the vastness of time, in your eyes a flood to rip us asunder.
My body bares scars from your thunder and I know why storms are named after people like you!

Your text came at 2 in the morning, the light from the screen blinded me.
Your pretty face staring back at me with a note,
a plea for meaningless conversation.
The usual thoughts raced through my head, like illuminated windows of the steam train crashing through my beating heart.
But the once erratic porcelain is still.
The tea trolley of emotion that rattled through my dreams in finally empty.

The word ‘poet’ no longer sits comfortably between my teeth.
I grind it, choke it down, regurgitate it, manipulate it to be something it never will.
I wash it down with lovers, cut my feet on the shards of broken hearts I leave behind.
Still, your curse bleeds out from feet and wrists that carry the cross I bare.

You made me from the scars of every woman you ever hurt.
My body is an ocean of tears that were cried in your name.
Your infidelities, the ball tied to the chain that pulls me under.
Under the dead weight of guilt left on a 1000 lips that weren’t my mother.

Now she sits at the table, by all accounts alive and well, but we know you killed her.
Your face rests upon my bones, tormenting her, like a ghost forever caught in limbo..
You're the XY. Shes your ex and I’m your why? Like why create a body you won’t love.
The ghosts of your women scream inside my head, like I should die for your sins.

So I give myself entirely, and fall in love with everyone I meet.
I’m looking for silence, my chalk outline hidden between bed sheets.
Because this is what you taught me, this is all you ever said.
Naked I wait for someone to hold me, to settle the panic in my head.