These days bleed me out slowly;
skin hugging my bones closely,
and at night I dream solely,
of you.

Gaping wounds are still open;
my blood is being stolen,
and my heart's wings are broken,
while yours are new.

Your spirit grew inflated,
while mine shrank and deflated,
lacking air, like a flaccid
balloon.

Light flickered so faintly
I almost thought I merely
blinked.

But my eyes, I'm sure, were open; pouring over pages scratched in
ink.

Crazed and dazed evidence from days I've gone too long without
sleep,

There are no reasons to explain this presence foreign; none at all of which I can
think.

Clearly, I've failed enough to do rightly, that now I'm met with punishment by a
ghost.

The cup slid so subtly
I could have missed it easily, except that I
don't.

For it was already so near to the edge that it fell and
broke.

Glass shattered so sharply, I know I felt it cut me,

And with a sting in my ears, it was then that I
woke.

I wanted a love
that I could smell, feel, and see.
A love that looks vibrant red,
feels like a swollen heart,
and smells more piquant
than the salt of the sea.

And finally, I found it.

The pit of my stomach
clenches when I am around you
And my eyes search for yours
but instead they look through
the empty sockets in your skull.

I hold your heart in my hands
literally,
and it drips,
pouring love's fluid
all over the floor.
And your eyes, I find swimming
in the corked jar filled with formaldehyde.
To preserve them, so that I may always
know the ocean blue.

I bask in your fragrance
as it consumes the air around me;
stronger and more pungent
than the scent of sea salt,
but oh, so pleasant.

I lay myself next to you,
and let my touch
sink its warmth into your cold skin.

This love looks vibrant;
As vibrant as the red
that sloppily coats my hands,
Feels mushy and swollen,
like this heart of yours I hold
close to my own,
And smells sharper,
Sharper than the knife I used
to gently, and with care,
cut it out.

All of my good memories
are stuck far up on the shelf.

They are books that I know exist,
but may as well be useless
for the dust that they collect.