I ache as if you have died
but yet you still breath
just not me
so I grieve
for the ghost of us,
for two
for we only lived in me

You live in memories
that dance along my ribs,
twist around my lungs and
swim in my veins.
I feel you like scars,
carved deep into my skin with
hurt and hope.


Sometimes I think you can hear me,
when it's 3:57am and the oceans between us are here
in my heart.
You have become my
blood
bones
breath -

I have to tear myself apart
to let you go.

I want to tell him
that I’m scared,
that I’ve been here before.
And that the last time I felt potential like this it imploded;
I imploded.
But I don’t want to taint it,
You see I’m still hopeful
That maybe this time
Won’t end up laced with maybes,
Or what ifs,
Or open wounds pouring blood onto paper.
That maybe this time,
just won’t end.

I’ve not quite worked out whether I think it’s beautiful,
Or stupid -
The human capacity,
And pliancy,
And longing,
For love.

Nothing is wrong but,
Sadness demands to be felt.
I will sleep it off.