I exist
in stolen moments,
like spare change
in someone else's
pocket.

i am willing to help you find all of
your pieces to buy you the tread
and  needle   you'll  need  once
you've gathered them     and i
promise   not to look or make
pained faces while you   put
yourself back together inthe
quiet of    y o u r  basement
bedroom   because i know
what  it means to feel like
you're missing a limb but
the ache is  coming from
somewhere          deeper
deeper                            ­
                           deeper
than you   ever could
have imagined your
chest could   sink it
is so scary to wake
up and not be sure
if your    lungs are
still  connected or
if you're going to
be able to get off
thecouchbecause
you've been too
sad to sleep  in
your  own bed
please    know
that i will not
forceyoutobe
h a p p y   or
give up your
past,     but i
will be here
if you decide
to do those things

You are
an irresistible
heartbreak.

(I drench my hands in the blues
of your gloom; we'll be long gone
by the time the train of thought
ever leaves your bedroom)

and perhaps some mistakes
demand to be made,
who even knows what's
the reasoning behind it all
~
all i know is -
no matter how wrong
you may be for me -
i'm sure that you will be
*my favorite regret