I can still feel each place you've ever touched me
because you left bittersweet bruises that can't be erased.

I know white-out is your best friend
and you tend to buy too many pens,
but that's ok for someone who understands
the danger of lead poisoning.

Your gums are uneven,
but I think this is what makes you
the portrait of perfection.

If I could paint,
I would paint you
Like an angelic sun with a celestial birth of freedom.

You speak to me at night when the fan's on too high
and I'm too low and sunken to resist
the chill in my bones.

Baby's breath
is my favorite
flower
because they are subtle
and remind me of
your
serene sense of humor.

I only write in black ink because it reminds me of conformity and
I have a loose comprehension of unsaid secrets.
Maybe a year from now we can sit down
together like civil warriors
and you can tell me why you drank
so many Blood Mary's and received so many Black Eye's.

I wish I could live in people's brains
like solid tumors that are far from cancerous
so that I can feel their thoughts rush past my
skin so that I can
remember how it feels to be alive

the girl that lives inside my eyelids
is tapping on my brain
pacing around my thoughts
spilling hot tea over and over
again

and i think about how giving
the world seems to be
when i'm next to your shadow

and i am reminded that
you need light too

and i think
my god
she's the sun
and i'm the moon
and it was never meant to be