Were we ever
Anything more than slurred
Words,
Whispered through liquor stained lips
Were we merely the
Frost,
That formed by night
On the window glass
Only to melt away
With the rising sun
A passing
notion,
In an ocean of thoughts
Washed away,
With the tide
Were we only a
Dream,
A product of a drug induced sleep?

Were We?

Bite
  marks
are
   love
notes
   written
in
   flesh ...
So
   let
me
   bite
you
   hard
and
   make
you
  moan .

Lost

I'm so lost that I cannot be found.
No one will ever recover the bits and pieces
of me.
I gave way to the night awhile ago.

I let myself be buried
many moons ago.

And now
I'm just a bit of the dust and dirt and earth beneath your feet.

Look down now, and you'll find me.
There I am.
There I am.

you can't help but stare
and stare
and stare
until you hate everything about your face
how many freckles you have
pimples
it can only cover the scars for so long
the insecurities for so long
lips coated in thick red
eyes you coat with liner and eye shadow
face caked with foundation
baked with powder
contoured to the gods
eyebrows on fleek
you slay
sometimes you don't recognize yourself in the mirror
and it makes you happy because you can't imagine living the rest of your life looking you without make-up.
will you ever love you?
you, without the makeup?

But no combination of words would ever do any justice to the perfect entanglement of thoughts hanging over her conscious, picking apart her mind, eating her alive.

i love your constellations.
i wish i was an astronaut.