We could be heroes.
(At least, you could be mine.)
We could be something.
We could stop time.

We could be icons
For people like me.
Those who gave up.
Those who want to believe.

I think I believe in this.
I think you do too.
We could be heroes.
We could see this through.

More diagnoses.
More pills.

More reasons to
barely
exist.

(I wish I wasn't the only one broken.)

I don't want to write you any more praise.
No more verses about your lips
Pressed tight against my skin.
No words about how
Absolutely fascinated
I am by your mind.
And how I desire to know everything about you.
I want to write about something entirely different.
I don't like being so
Focused
On one person.

It would be easier if you would get out of my head.

My lungs forgets the proper rhythm for survival.
Instead I breathe in your fingers
And breathe out your tongue.
My heart forgets how to pump my blood
(Was that bumBUM, or beBEEbum?)
So you pump me instead.

My mind forgets how to think
And all that exists is you and me
And the rhythm we create.

I breathe your name as that of a deity
And look at you with stars in my eyes
For it seems you must have come from the heavens.
And if you are of the stars, I am surely of the earth.
You, light and explosions
I, soil and and photosynthesis.
I am devouring you for nutrients.

I am entranced by the tastes of our bodies mingling
The taste of you on my tongue.
The taste of me on your lips.

But I am entranced by you even more.

I hope you don't contact me.
I deleted your name
And your number
So I can forget.
I hope you did the same.

I hope you don't fall
Down those stairs you tripped over last time.
The ones that have self-loathing at the bottom
And substance abuse.

I hope you let me move on
And I don't have to make you.
Let me have hope again.
Let me believe.

I changed all my passwords
So they don't include your name.
I switched to 'single' on that website.
I'm taking down all your pictures
And putting them away.
You say you won't let me go
But I hope you will.
You deserve better than me, anyway.

The thing is, I didn't cry.
You did the exact same thing as last time
But I had my will.
I didn't even cry.