he's a forest fire,
spreading wider and wider
climbing up tree branches
scatter, scatter
wisps of flames flick louder and louder
noxious smoke smears higher, higher
my mouth is forced to inhale the poison
it waves in around my ribs
my lungs feel frozen, so frozen
i thought you were a firefighter
but you're the ****** with the lighter.

for days, you were dead
resurrected only to **** me instead
i never felt a fraction of despair when with you
so i guess that's what i grieve —
how you made me an entirely different entity
with that, i'm clinging on to any fragment of a memory
i'll carry what we had in my heart for both you and me

you tore through my soul like a tornado in a city
destroying anything with the slightest sight of pretty
the few things i once liked about myself are now in a vortex
you promised me you cared for me, that it was never about ***
but one doesn't just stop loving you overnight
now you're just another thing that didn't go right

i wish you were all to blame
but i too played your game
i'll sit here and watch you love someone better
and maybe one day,
i'll have the courage to send this letter.

we drink tea on your patio
(albeit i hate the taste)
sitting idly with you on a Sunday
is perfect time to waste
we don't talk about the newspaper
or the dreams we had last night
instead we say nothing
and the moment is all too right
some say silence is uncomfortable
but with you, it is therapy
Sunday patio silence
there's no place i'd rather be

my love for you is constant
like the rushing of the river
my love for you is electrical
it sends my spine the shivers
my love for you is emperical
like dipping your toes in the ocean
my love for you is kinectic
it sets my body in motion

her veins were highways,
her heart the destination

you lay beside me, reading Hemingway
breathing the words into the 2 a.m. darkness
eventually, i no longer listen
but i hear every pronunciation,
every syllable off your tongue
it is the most beautiful sound
i have ever been blessed to feel
feel -
because i feel your sentences,
diving into my soul
like a cannonball into my heart
your speech has seeped into my brain,
liquefying every emotion,
and it floods the interior of my head
it is such a pleasure
to be touched by your voice

swim with me in the darkest hour of the night. under the slight appearance of light. from the bulbs on the string. that circle around in a graceful ring. in a perimeter surrounding you and me.