I'm longing to fill
th(e)mptiness
inside me
with things
that make me
think of you

youll see me half dead lying in a ditch by your mothers house. shes smiling, but your tears,quarters,dimes are worthless here. egypt. land of your gods' daydreams; twelfth sister of the night. shimmered and weeped. under your eyes are millions of disguises you have yet to unveil. we wore seashells and flowers. decorated ourselves in jewels. nightclad. venus slept under the afternoon. black and siamese twins have yet to uncover a sizeable difference between me and you. took scissors to carve a name into yourself. "JESUS" and "KING." got drunk before i rolled my eyes back into my head. forever uncovering diamonds in your snow. foggy and blue. giggled and worshipped pictures of ourselves. we are the sky's undead children

i feel
but you do not

i am
but you are not

we spent the day believing in the future
we didn't set our clocks strange
but just spent our future time void of frivality
We lived intentionally,
As if tomorrow was our last
We jumped right over the present and started living it.
We ate our last dumplings
Kicked our past pile of grass clippings
Pulled a tick out of your dog
Bought the last box if bandaids.
You said we were going to need them to cover up all our mistakes
I hoped we'd save a few to push the broken bits of my heart back together.
we both hoped for scars
Reminders to the future
That at one point
We lived

97 days
12 grams
4 cigarettes
18 coffees,
and I still can't recall
the color of your spine.

Your sniffly nose.
Your hoarse voice.
Your sore throat.

You push me away.
You don't want me to stay.
Not tonight.
You're not feeling right.

But, I want to be there for you.
I want to care for you.
I want to make you, your favorite,
chicken noodle soup.