Do you ever think of us?
Or are we a lost cause
That I'm still fighting for?

Silently lie in the grass,
On the hill above the lights.
Steal a kiss,
In between ,
Each drag on this cigarette.
And
Let's
Take bets on which is more
Dangerous.

5/16

Before that night, I was able to leave you a voicemail and you'd call me back not even an hour later.
Now, I call your phone just to listen to your voicemail because it's the only way I can hear your voice.
Before that night, I would delete our text conversations to free space on my phone because I knew I'd be seeing you in no time.
Now, I don't think I'll ever delete the last message you sent me; it reads "I love you, miss you, need you, want you...this will remain true until the day I die."
I thought that was the sweetest thing you had ever said to me, but little did I know that it was somewhat foreboding.
Before that night, I fell asleep with no problem, especially on nights that I was entangled in your embrace.
Now, I'm on a no sleep streak of about 5 days; I just can't pretend that you're here holding me when I know you never will be again.
Before that night, any time I passed the cemetery I thought nothing of it because I knew no one that was laid to rest there.
Now, I visit you every day, and ironically, this is the only time and place that I feel rested.
The way I missed you before that night seems so insignificant.
The way I miss you now is crippling; all I can think about is your smile and the glint in your eye. I can still see the beauty marks on your neck that were in the shape of a tiny heart in my mind when I close my eyes.
I'm afraid that in time I'll forget these things, but I can be secure in the fact that I'll never forget you.
And I want you to never forget that I love you, miss you, need you, want you....this will remain true until the day I die.

6/10

My father has been married to Miller Lite for as long as I can remember.
My mother flirts with death by seductively inhaling the chemicals in a cigarette.
They say that addiction is hereditary;
Maybe that's why I can never get enough of you.

7/6

I found a letter that you wrote me a while back.
I had forgotten all about it.
One line jumped out at me more than the others.
It said, "I could look at you for a thousand years and never run out of new things to love about you."
It's been a year since you left and now you're with someone else.
I guess you just got tired of looking at me;
I'll never know why.

7/28

You told me once that your favorite author was Shakespeare because he created life within his words.
I bought you a collection of all his work and saved it for your birthday; I never got to give it to you.
Nor did I get to tell you that you created life within your words as well and you brightened and destroyed mine all at once.
Not even Shakespeare could do that.

Agony
Or beauty
In the face
Of infinity