Sunrises make a promise every morning that the Sun is here to stay, but at night it just leaves again. The Sunrise is a lie. At least the Sunset is honest.

i remember sitting beneath the sunset with you. i watched the sunset past your face. it looked more beautiful to me by the minute. the sky was as dark as it gets before the moment of complete nightfall, hued in shades of purple and blue and pink, from streetlights and phosphorescence and the world past its closed horizons.
i remember sitting with nothing but silence between us, because all night "Goodbye" tried to find my lips from where it was stuck in my throat like a pill that wouldn't go all the way down. so i pushed it farther down with every sip of my drink.

the haunted house looked too much like your ribcage.
the rides only reminded you that you're not scared of dying.
your lips looked so beautiful while they pouted around cotton candy you pretended to eat.
i look at you and my whole body feels like a roller coaster.
i just want you to be okay and i don't know if you can be.

i wish i was on your mind because god knows you're on mine all the time
and i hope you don't forget me even though we both know you could forget me right now if you wanted to with one more sip from your bottle
and i pray you don't lose yourself in her because i'm still lost in you waiting for you to find me and why did you leave?
the wind against my skin doesn't feel the same way you did, nothing does and you held my shaking hands between yours every winter promising me that you'd still be here when the flowers started growing through the cracks in the pavement but we can never seem to make it past fall and why did you leave?
we could have spent lazy mornings tearing each other apart and sunday mornings stitching up each other's hearts and endless nights in forgotten places baby we could have had it all but your love for me fell right through the cracks and is just as empty as the abandoned parking lot we shared our first kiss in

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I guess it’s fitting that you’re made of star dust.
Each part of you from a different corner of the world.
I bet the sparkles in your eyes, were once flecks of the sun
and the salt of your lips were at one time part of the sea.
Because your voice is the warmth of a summer day,
Your laugh like thunder
Your touch electricity.
I’m almost sure your mind was once a part of some great poets,
Like F. Scott Fitzgerald
Or Virginia Woolf
And your hands must have belonged to Monet.
Your teeth look like skyscrapers from down here
And the city inside of you is about to swallow me up.
Like the deepest parts of the ocean
Your innermost thoughts are hidden and untouched
Even from me.
Like the bottom of a secret lake.
All I want to do with you is everything.
Because you’re this perfect being that makes everything better.
And I love you.
And somehow, you love me too.