I like kissing
Because I can close my eyes
And pretend those lips are anyones.
I can loose myself
And capture someone
At the same time.
It's the easiest way
To show off
Just how full of steel
My smiles are,
And how something as little as
Lips brushing
Could remind you of home
or the latin root of
Nostalgia.
I can give someone a hint
Of my hurt
Through a tiny nibble;
Or make us both crave something more
And less simultaneously.

Everyone says they burn
Like something mystic.
Indecisive in colour
Like I am with everything,
Always wide,
Searching,
Fixating on anomalies
In the air.
They're gypsy eyes
And my grandfather saw the future through them
In the way I see the past.

Your in your room, sitting on the floor, blocking the door so no one bothers you. You have your phone in your hand hoping and wishing he would call or text. Makeup runs down your face from all the tears. In your head you replay all of the memories and fun times but mostly there last conversation. You wishe you said things differently then you did. You think to yourself, I'll never get him back.

You used to call me,
******* wasted
So I could sing you to sleep.
You liked
The rough satin of my voice,
That hinted at
Sorrow
And ***.

I killed another person
Through my disgusting charm
I promised you forever,
Then we never spoke again.