nights like these,
my mind starts to wander

and i wonder

was it because i cried upon meeting you?
i couldn't help it,
i had waited for three years.

was it because it took an hour to get to me?
that's so small
compared to the 16 that had originally separated us.

i just want to know, i suppose

why after all the time of pining after one another

you decided to just disappear

as if you never kissed me

as if you never came?

birds and bees,

****** knees,

quiet seas.


i ache for the waves of
your existence to
wash over me,
exfoliate my
dead soul and flesh with
your
salty
sweet
love

basked in unfortunate light;
ungodly hours,
ungodly thoughts.

what hours are godly anyway?

I'd **** myself
but what's the point;
every waking moment is another
second of a dead soul
in a conscious body.