I've a deep thirst
for the blood in your veins.
A craving to kiss the flesh upon your ossein.
My heart aches for an answer
from the heaves of your breastbone.

Up
and
        down.

Up
and  
         down.

You inhale,
my breathing stops.
You exhale,
my heart throbs.

My thirst is unquenchable for
your answer remains a mystery.

He has my words,
I am a blank page.
He will rewrite me.

Our hearts are broken and I swear I can feel the pain.
It climbs down my rib cage like the roots of a tree,
my nerves grab the Earth,
pushing their way through the dirt, hoping
for peace;
a break from this aching.

Something better will come along.

Why is it,
           every time I see you,
                       you turn

your head
            the other way?