I said I was afraid to cross the road
You held my hand so tight
You rapped your arm around me
And took my hand in yours
You looked me in the eye and said you’d never let anything bad happen
And you held me close
and we ran across the street
We didn’t stop running till we were in a back ally
And you kissed me
It may have been because we we're high
But I let you

You touched my hair
And called me beautiful
I told you I was afraid to get hurt
And you told me not to worry
So I closed my eyes and let you
Explore me again
You touched every insecurity and kissed it
Trying to make me see how beautiful I was to you

We went to catch up with your best friend
And my sister
And we sat sitting face to face
And you kissed me
And even though my mom came to get me
You whispered what you wanted
And I silently screamed I love you as I drove away

You had made me feel as if I had galaxies in my veins
Stars in my eyes
As if the wind was me
You made me feel like everything
with a tight grip of a hand
A soft touch on my hair
And now I can only Imagine that now that I’m not in your sight
I might be a stray thought in your mind
And maybe you’ll hold my hand and we can cross the road again

My mother used to
tell me of a cherokee
tale. The sun and
the moon were lovers.
but the sun, being the
beautiful star she is caught
the moon in his infidelity
with a much duller star.

This is why the sun
and the moon never
see each other.
This is why the moon
and the sun being
in the sky at the same
time is such a rarity.

Like my father and
my mother. They
never see each other.
Only speak with a
phone and a couple
hundred miles pressed
between their lips.

My mother is the sun,
and this dull star
that tore my life apart
is a ***** empty bottle.
My father is the moon. Not
wanting to give either of
them up...
The sun left him.
My mother left him.
She couldn't stand
to watch his
brain deteriorate.

My father is the
moon. And there
is no man
smiling inside of
him.

We are disposable.
Our bones are
cardboard.
Our skin paper,
our ligaments
plastic.
We are decaying.
A decomposition
pile.
Recycling our lungs,
kidneys,
we do not know
what frugal means.
What being
reserved means.
Our minds
are porous.
Ears wind tunnels
for anything but
music to fly through.
We are disposable.
We are decaying.

You forgot to look up.
You forgot a lot of
things. You whispered
drunkenly once
"I went looking
for the messiah
in his pants,
but just found
the devil."
And I think
everyone
giggled.

We go looking
to forget things
by replacing the
memories with
better ones
with better people.
But... You forgot
a lot of things.
I know... that
I told you to forget
the bad things.
But you just kept
finding his black ink
in everything.
So you forgot it all.

Trying to relearn
your own skin.
But you don't
see it with
out his touch.
You think that
might be why
your skin went
grey and your
eyes got dull.
Your hair
thinned and your
nails turned blue.

He lived in your
bones and maybe
that's why they
got so brittle.

But you know
how your
collar bones get
even stronger
after they break?

You're collar bones
babe. He broke
you. But your
skin is soft
and no longer
with a grey
hue. Your hair
has finally gotten
thicker.

Here you
are sitting
on your
front patio
no longer
looking at
the ground
wising you
were in it.
You're realizing
as you watch
the sunset
that you
forgot to look
up.

Come back already **** Face.

I forgot what the emptiness felt like.
I was too focused on the fact that you
took it away.