my lips are torn to shreds
from trying not to let the
long overdue “I love you”
escape. the taste of blood
between my teeth reminds me

I’ll never know your mouth
as anything more than
my favorite work of art,
and you'll only ever know me
under the ancient tongue of
what we could’ve been

He wanted something
easier than you.
That is not to say
you are a challenge
or that she is cheap,
rather, that he is weak.

human hands
were made to be held.

the bleak reality
of that fact
is your hand will fit
just as perfectly in hers
as you used to say
it fit in mine.

the late moon
and sunlight
wear the shadows
of stars
behind the twilight