I dreamt that I woke up to the sight of you.
Our legs were still intertwined,
Bare like the entirety of our bodies.

Squinty-eyed and morning breath.
I never cared,
The sight of you was a gift.

I swear you have an internal heater.
Either that or you’re a vacuum
Based on my collarbone covered in lust.

I woke up and you weren’t here. Again.
My doctor says I should be getting more sleep.
But, imagining you’re still here is
My worst nightmare.

When I looked into the sky,
The wave of blue that is the same shade of
Your eyes crashed over me.

My heart ached when saw that color.
It was like having to kiss you
All over again.

There was not a cloud in the sky, 75 degrees.
Our first date was at night.
I have not felt this warm in months.

I reached my arms out in front of me,
Palms toward the sky,
Basking in the heat that refilled me.
I was consuming the sun.

No seems like such an easy word to say. But sometimes it holds the weight of the world.
Hearing those two letters formed together with zero space can feel like a stab in your heart.
But what does it do to someone with no heart at all.
Is pain all they feel with the lack of passion?
Remorse is gone.
Would the pain be too much?
Do I ease the pain you already feel?
Without me there would be no souls in this empty house.
Only an empty carcass of the person you used to be.

She takes my time, but I don’t mind.
She makes me feel like I can see for miles.
She changes the weather in my world,
Seems like it’s never getting old.
What’s stopping you?

I’ve ruined myself for a lot of people that weren’t even worth it.

My mother is the sunrise in the morning.
Her presence lights up the room when she walks in.

My mother is the earth.
She sacrifices her whole being just so that others
Can roam around her as they please.

My mother is an oak tree in October.
Slowly hurting but more beautiful than ever.
Even when her leaves fall
She perseveres through the hard times
And continues to stand tall.

Looking at someone who consumes you,
The color of their eyes the closest thing you have
To water in this desert.

Fish out of water
In this city of lost souls.
Their smile anchors your conscience.

The only thing that separates you
Is the center console and the
Same songs you always hear on the radio.

Wishing to listen to the
Songs that saved them.
Wishing that they would stay like
Saltwater in the ocean.

It is going to be hell
If I have to lose you in this
Place where no one leaves.

My sheets are her canvas.
She calls this piece Love
And says she made it just for me.

How is it fair that I have seen
Art with a chest that rises and falls
Like suns and moons pass.

I've watched people die.
I've watched myself die.
I've watched you.
I want to be reborn.