Please keep me in mind
Breath in the scent of my favorite shirt as I will for you
while I remember how your finger prints felt
Or how you tasted
crochet your hands in mine one last time or just kiss me on the cheek and make your way back to the old house, all i ask of you is one thing that I know you can no longer do, sit with me and let us reminisce about the tears and frowns we gave because I truly felt they saved me
You taught me how to feel
that the emotions that killed me during my days weren't as strong as I was, I truly love you for that, maybe I'll see you sometime, someday darling
Maybe I'll pass you in the streets in another life
I'll smirk at you and youll grin and we'll never meet again
But until then i will spend the rest of my days on earth listening to soul destroying music wishing I could stick by your side
I will spend the rest of my days tasting you on the roof of my mouth and no matter how much my wisdom teeth ache,  I'll keep them in because I know there will be a little of your DNA on it and soon it'll be all I have left of you
In your absence
In the absence of your touch
In the absence of your smiling face
......
Times tide will never smother you and you will always be kept close to whatever I have left of my heart

Hard to miss, you can take me home.
I'd rather be anyone than to be alone.
Marlboro-stained teeth
have my lips controlled.
Don't mistake the chemicals
for our souls.

I move with the waters inside your ribcage.
Because when I drown in you,
it's the perfect place.

Softly, please, taking off our clothes:
I can see the kisses that have left holes.
You've been acid-washed
by love that wasn't stronger.
Take off your armor,
so you can stay here longer.

Your face is as cold
as the place I found you in.
You can let go of the hurt
trapped beneath your skin.

I keep warm in your fire that beats fast.
To be alone with you, it to be, at last.

Hard to miss, I will take you home.
You can be anyone, rather than be alone.
Remove your shoes, but not your heart.
You can stay here, as our world falls apart.

Remember
my body is not your temple
do not worship there
I am not a deity
I am not a holy place
I have many sins, many scars, many demons

My heart is not your home
You have no claim
Learning the secrets I have locked away in darkest corners of my person is a privilege
Do not take my willingness to let you explore me for granted

My love is a gift
it is wrapped in the battered letters that I wrote to my last lover before he left the shattered remains of my heart behind in a wooden box
Be gentle when you unwrap what is left of me
I have only just begun putting myself back together