I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.

my mind wanders to your face
and who it was that night
that faceless windshield harold
crying death into the shadows of his ******* mind

o death **** the ignition
o death don't take my love
o death
you claim your prize

years pass
i can't risk remembering how it felt to fall apart
but here i am crying crystal tears for you
my midnight love
i don't dare think of your last midnight

and there you are
sleeping with angels

and there you'll stay
forever thirteen

There are pleas
that disguise themselves
in trees
that whisper in the dark-
Like a crinkle in a kiss,
or the words that you'll miss;
too late for meds,
too late for sleep
this time.

We ride on the beaches
with cool kids and leeches.
We **** blow off the ground
because there are times you feel,
and some you fake
when everyone is around.
The bodies in red
that you leave in your head.

The trees tesellate
into nooses and goodbyes.
And I swear this isn't the first time
that you've loved me
like it's the last time;
when I've been something to lose.
The love you have
is the love you refuse.

Your cries are milk-
I wish your cancer was mine.
To be a mistake.
To be left behind.