I still laugh at your stories,
Not caring that it's the fifth time
Only to see your body
Ringing
With that fever
of a laugh.
Your body is a bell,
I would pull that rope
For that blessing of a smile
And not care for the damage
To myself.

I feel you
in my bones.

All 206 of them.

Sleep brings no rest:
When one dreams only
In lucidity,
It turns reality
Into unimaginable chaos.

I am alone again in the dark.
I can smell the scent of my own fear.
My heart in cinders melts out from my chest,
If you were to touch me right now,
We would blend into one.
But you do not,
As you have not,
for such a long time now.
I never expected it to be fair,
But how perfect if it had been.
If our own disfigured selves were fit together,
Puzzle pieces that had gone missing suddenly found again,
Filling up the obnoxious gaps present in our lives,
Our picture completed,
leaving us in complete happiness.