i fell in love
one night

in April
i think

with the illusion
your words painted

on the skin
of my closed eyes

I am too tired
To count the words
I meant
On my fingers

Instead
I will lean across the bed
To you
Where you are staring
Blankly
At the white wall

And you will cup my chin
Absently
As you light the cigarette
Hanging
From my
Red lips

Your grey eyes
Will stay there
Like the smoke
I breathe into the sky

And it won't be enough
To write
Or sleep
Or make your version
Of love

But it will be okay
Like you say

Because having enough
Is never enough

Anyway

i miss your breath
on my cheek
and your heartbeat
beneath my moving
fingertips

i miss your eyes
happy
and sad
and uncertain
and your smile
against my lips
as the sun
rose

i miss your voice
and the notes
and letters
you would write
and the flowers
you would steal
because
they were so pretty

i miss your words
and how you would say
'i love you'
like a question

and it's awful
but darling
i don't think i miss you

everyone says
that it's the lack
of sleep
that brings bruises
around our eyes

but really
we get the dark rings
from our thoughts
punching us
in the face

5:43 am.
Sunday.
Waking up
to crumpled sheets
and bruised knees,
birds nest hair
and ***** raw throats.
We are the eye
of our own storm.
You said
Kid,
we are the hurricane.

The air grows thick
as the last eye closes.
Amongst steady
slow breaths,
I hold mine.
You.
Me.
Finally.
****.
Here goes nothing.
Here goes every last ******* thing.
Because if there’s one thing in this life
that I know to be true,
it’s that friends make lovers
in darkened rooms.

Sit for a while
in the midnight garden,
flicking matches
onto wet grass.
The poetry
of idle conversation
trips off my tongue
with the ease
you always
inspired.
The low hum
of young blood
and
your thumb
gripped tight
in my palm.
It is a good life
I think.

the flutter of your empty pages
rhymes with my heart beat

i'm bleeding
invisible words

they must be
nothing

Maybe, challenge  that   shadows   but    are    words  and
maybe  you       sincerely.      it     in    believe   pride,  seems,
just       to          merely    the    discover   so       their       it
once    see          in         meaning  inside.   hide   in         as
you     clearly.   circles    my      message  will    breathe  solemn
will     love    extremes   dearly,     so         you     can        forever,
find     me           in           my        dreams,  where  reality  rests

there is a point where
some brokens
can't be fixed