Remeber when being around one another seemed effortless?
Often you and I, him and them,
she and her would all be together.
Forever felt longer before it expired.
The bittersweet, overy competitive affection
was contagiously repulsive.
Now and then used to be then,
never now.
How else would you descfive what happened?
Or are there alternative endings---
where I begin
and you win again?

I want to creep inside of you,
your ribcage enclosed around me
let's take a look at what your third eye can see.
Wrapping my mind around the galaxies,
that are currently expanding away
intertwining your stars in my fingertips,
caressing your moons in the palms of my hands.
Don't mind me while I sip your knowledge like a cup of tea;
pouring down my throat,
scalding information like it was supposed to scar.
I can feel you waking,
the nebula behind your eye lids,
fades as the sun claims its spot in the sky.
Resonanting inside of me, like a sizzling
black kettle boiling over.
I watch the hot red glowing spirals
on the stove subside to a rustic brown,
just like that I knew I were lost -
wandering around in someone else's
head that had no intention
of ever stepping into another's.

"You are twisted
and your tongue permanently tastes of cherries." -
you say,
but I just tie cherry knots
with my fruit-infused tongue,
and laugh at your complaints.
Red neon numbers remind me
of your lips on mine.
Gripping at the empty side of the bed,
wishing I were somehow still in your head.
You and I were similiar and collided
in coexisting lives.
I can see a jaw drop
the hand moving south
as if to slip into the knife drawer
of a total solar eclipse.
Six shots deep so I could forget your name,
and all of the reason I love you.
Instead I sat there
with him,
(not you)
crying over cherry stems.