i'll never say
"all rights reserved"
because
these poems aren't
really mine.

as soon as you
resonate
with my inky words,
they are
yours.

numb fingers
but not from the cold

my heart
is just so tired
of missing you
that the blood
falls asleep
in my veins

i'm late
to the party

i only keep the
walls company
anyway

i went through seven
outfits
before giving up.
checking the mirror
and crying
at my reflection

brushed my teeth
three times

after throwing up my guts

and you don't
want to
share a smoke
with me

but that's fine
i had one before i came

and it's these nights
when i wonder
why i came at all.

a life told in
text messages

swallowed up
by distance and time

never
to see
the sun

i'm very afraid
of death

and i don't
particularly
want to drown

but when you look at me
with those eyes...

perhaps i can make
an exception.

moonlit streets
and empty promises
falling from
broken bottles
and cigarette smoke

eyes that are
rimmed with
too many
sleepless nights
close

as the lips below
share the smoke
that brought them
here

not caring
who will be blamed
in the morning