You don’t have to say anything,

we can lay on

thick blankets covered in

cigarette burns

and stare at

the paneling on the

sagging walls.

Kiss me

as the dust

collects on the picture

frames and

the wind carries away

the steady glances

we share.

You look beautiful

with

that cigarette

between your lips.

You look beautiful in

the color

red.

All i can seem to recall of you is the exhaust and remains of every friday night we've spent together. I can remember wishing that those nights had lasted a little longer. I'm trying to forget, if not now, then tonight, and if not then, i might just give up for good, because god knows i cant take another day of you turning up in my thoughts uninvited.

I ghosted my name into your skin with the tips of my fingers and hoped that if you felt it enough it would never leave you.  I was selfish, yes, but you made me so in loving me.  I wanted all of you.  Every laugh line, skin cell, atom, and every tear and tooth. I never wanted anything like i wanted to leave fingerprints on all the greatest parts of you, and in wanting this so terribly, i allowed you to leave fingerprints on mine.