I strike up conversations with the things I want to know
A glance can be enough for me to let my body go
It takes me only minutes to remember where I was
And soon I'm looking back on every single thing I've done
In time I am surrounded by the ghost I left behind
But only to be haunted by the creatures in my mind
I try to tune them out until I cannot anymore
Though they can't tell me anything I haven't heard before
And what a wretched cycle it can be to comprehend
To entertain the thought that you're a story in the end

I miss your breath after
a few shots
breathing on my neck
Corroding my skin
Leaving wounds the shape
of your mouth
the size of continents
seeping down
in to my bones
like radiation ,
rusting them
grinding my knee caps
my elbows
shifting the tides of
my blood
your fingers sail down
my spine turbulently
I could feel arthritis
On your lips
Taste myself on
Your tongue
and feel the collision
of a car crash being
pressed against me
everywhere