I want to walk with you
through empty parking lots at 2am
And talk about all the things that don’t seem real
At 2am
Like we’re in some kind of parallel universe
Where the world falls silent
And our stories echo through the night
We would be unstoppable
At 2am
When everything that could ever come in our way
Is fast asleep
With only you by my side
At 2am
I swear
we could do it all

I love when the lights are low
A visual representation of whispers

as a kid
there's nothing
like wasting away inside a tiny
room
sitting on the backrest
of the couch
looking out the window
and seeing her
tread through the rain

a red umbrella covers
her.

Mother

she's going back
to the liquor store

I will retaliate with his mouth,
and you will become what you have made
me.
-- you leave me to stagnate;
talking myself in and out of love, I
forget the curvature, and allure of your body,
and the parts of me that fit in it
starve.

-- call it neutrality, abandonment,
or an "inability to live within" yourself -
call it your serotonin's-seppuku, or
the fact you are inconsiderate;

call it out, like you did in your sleep: "I love
you;"
I do not.