I'm stuck inside this love affair
This bed from which people come and go
Writhing, caressing, kissing the cheeks
Of boys who warm my sheets and my heart
Until I let them go

This bed which I have made
And laid in
For longer than I can remember
With the lingering smell of adolescence
And the static cling of selves I sacrificed

I stay here as I pass them along
Over my body and onto the world outside
Infidelity to the person I should have been
Who I have trapped inside my death bed
Adorned with the flowers of lovers
And l have let her slowly die

At eighteen I'm the scent of second-day hair with perfume in it
It smells like your bed, and my sweat, and your exhales, and my Juicy Couture Viva la Juicy . How middle school of me.  
I'm the cool touch of unwashed sheets on bare skin because the thermostat is fussy and I like sleeping naked
Just me, you, and this body that I don't like so much right now, but I'm eighteen, and I'm working on that.
I'm leggings while they still pass for pants, and the chewed up ends of pens in twenty different colors
Chinese homework has really turned me into such a biter, and I claim to love all those darling pens equally, but I show my blue pens the most love
I've teethed them half to death
I'm not even close to halfway to death assuming things go well for me. Oh, please let things go well for me.

At eighteen I'm the taste of chai and menthol because that's what's **** these days
I'm all about what's **** these days. Apathy, really bad electronic music, bare midriffs.
Funny since at eighteen I don't want anyone to touch me
This body is my project, please don’t even look at me like this, all insecure and exposed. Please just let me curl up, and please let me be by myself.
I wish my mother were here to bring me a popsicle. My throat hurts from all the screaming I do these days.

At eighteen I guess I'm still a little angsty, but I just want you to love me
God, do I want you to love me.
I want you to patronize me with the warmth of your arms and undress me with strong, resolved hands
Don't touch me, just look at me and tell me that I'm perfect and naive because at eighteen I'm still milky white, soft, and broken
I'm a sight for sore eyes, a new sight, your sight
For god's sake
Just love me.

Little dandelions poked their heads out of the graveyard in my chest
And proclaimed to the permafrost and broken branches
That they weren't afraid of death

So my ribcage shook, the structure burst, the foundation crumbled in
And the dandelions laid flat, made foolish
Never to be seen again

Not poetry.

But please read? It's important. I promise.

http://32ozofgoodness.blogspot.com/2015/02/i-had-no-idea-taking-my-life-back-from.html

I’m one foot out the door and both feet over the edge
I’m an inch away from out of my mind and ******* it this hurts

I’m in limbo in between being myself and being a mess
And I’m never one or the other

I’m twisted in knots and tangled in sheets thrown over the remains of my personhood

And I’m not making any sense
I’m not making anything, not a sound, not a living

I’m statistical noise. Affordably omitted from any rational decision

I’m not a rational decision anyone would make

I wouldn’t make the choice of making me again but I guess it was never my choice anyways

I’m hovering in the space in between saying you’re okay and meaning it
On the precipice of feeling human without actually feeling it at all

Someone please push me
Over the edge that I’m slowly edging closer to

Someone just pull me back

Just push me

Missing you hit me suddenly
Suddenly six months too late

And it tasted like lemon bars
And prom night
And coffee mixed with sweet tea

Missing you, it felt like holding a ticket
Between the pads of my teenage thumbs
With your last name instead of mine.

Missing you feels like dying
Slowly because there’s something I’m missing
Some way to slip away
Slowly backwards
Back to the sign I must have missed

But I can’t.
All I can do is miss you.

Missing you feels like everything
Because everything feels like you
The warmth of pavement on my back
The singe of a burnt tongue from hot tea

Everything feels like punishment
Everything feels like empty hope

Hope that one day everything will feel like you again
That one day, you won’t be missing.

Failure clung to me like winter,  wrapping its tender fingers around my throat
And shaking life from me like dreams from childhood sheets
Failure let icy winds take hold of me and steal away my soul with whispers
Visible for everyone to see, insufficiency etched itself across my skin like bruises
Passionate, vibrant, and lethal.
In the scorn of daylight, my faults glistened like dew drops in the morning
Written across my shoulders like the freckled stories of summer
Or the shattered tales of my childhood
And in the middle of my self-loathing, I stood naked and unhinged
Unraveling all my syllogisms until acidic, gradual failure
Broke me down to the most basic form of human life
And there are I was
Alone and nonexistent
And failure draped itself over my bruised arms and shaking faith
And lovingly, endlessly, blissfully
Failure drowned me in its love

I think I've washed away and all that's left of me is residue
A slippery silver lining
Of what my sadness felt like between your toes
Crunching under your steps

There are 5 steps to recovery
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in
Don't breathe anymore
All the stepping has stopped

And it's quiet on the ocean
The waves aren't crashing into the stars
The stars aren't bleeding into each other
Not as long as the winds don't move

There's a film on tips of wave tops
Thin and disappearing
All that's left is residue

But if it were not for the china,
I would crash into you
Grateful.  

The ashes in your curtains
And their suicide notes in their mouths
I would splinter in your palms

Were it not for morning
Cold, and sweet.
Let me.

Could you love me with city lights in my hair
Threatening to go over the edge of our high rise affair
Toes on the railing, sights on something better
Somewhere beyond this eternally empty city

Could you love me with a skyline out in front of you
That's doused in purple and orange, and won't have to sneak out in the morning
To go to a meeting to schedule the meetings that are important
So that I can be prepared to die

Will you love me when I'm just lights in the night sky
Something you'll lose sight of a second time
In the burn of a city that makes you feel
Like you're floating while I'm sinking

Will you ever remember if you loved me
On the streets of a city that can't remember
If I was ever here at all

The sun is bleeding across the clouds
Throwing streaks of red across my fingertips
I'm a thousand miles above you
Coasting on the tails of winds that I only hope
Will return me safely to you

It's the sort of plastic cups and cocktail peanuts evening
That I wish we could share up here
Because my heart's beating to this sunset I'm finally on top of
While somewhere you're thinking of someone

I hope she's me.
Legs crossed and expectations shuffled
In seat 14A of the first flight I've ever taken by myself
Without taking alone

I know she's me.
Because I still feel you clutching me
Even with my nose pressed to the glass
While I wonder what would happen if I jumped
And if when I fell through this ceiling of clouds
It could feel as good as when I fall for you

I fell for you this morning
Not for the first time and never for the last time
When your voice was dry and your mouth was warm

And I'm up here painting the image of what you've done to my heart
Across the cloud in neon reds

There's a horizon to my left
And a sad story writing its conclusion across the sky behind me

Fading into the glow of embers bleeding out of me
Up here
Staining the sky

I’m lying in bed tearing my cuticles  off and rubbing my calves together
And personhood is oozing out from the cracks in these walls

I’m exhaling complacency.

I wonder who you’re thinking about when you fall asleep
And what’s dripping from the ceiling
In a room I’ve probably been in

Summer threw itself from thunderclouds
And the person I picked up out of the rainwater
Isn’t me anymore, just droplets of something vacuous

Which is exactly how you feel now
Constantly expanding and pushing me into the negative space around you
All of this is negative
All of me is empty
All this feels like is space

Infinite miles of outer space into forever

“Forever”

Like I said.
Vacuous.

She’s the kaleidoscope aggregate
Of men who never loved her
And empty bottles of *****

Tucked into the corner
Of another someone’s mind
Without the mind to run away
From mistakes that made themselves habits

There are constellations
That she’ll never connect
Even if the stars lined up at her feet

She’d break them between her thumb
And her fingertips
That always taste like earth and bleach

Because she’s strands of sadness
Lighting her path through a world of love
That she’s always on the wrong side of

Watching the light
Waiting to cross

The shiny white bottom of this bathtub - this is my defeat
And the way the water drowns out the final things I'm muttering to only myself
The way water droplets hit the wall like bullets as I try to shake these razorblades out of my head
How they all just fall and shatter so inconsequentially
And the stickiness of my ******, impenetrable sanity
Creeping towards the drain like liquid eloquence
Writing out the end of my story because I'm all out of chapters

The end.

I woke up with second day regret
And the smell of you in my hair
A blend of peonies and repeating my mistakes
Shampoo can't wash it away

And I scrubbed
And I scrubbed
And I scrubbed

And the impressions of your utter
Disregard for me
Stuck to me
Like the glue that binds me into the straight jacket
That your love became when it wasn't love anymore

How am I still shimmering with a dusting of you
How am I still breathing?

Out, and in, and out of my mind
Again and again
While you dance circles around me
And against my hips

Your hands move my life like a hurricane
Maybe they'll name your destruction after me

I'm in the eye of your storm
Beating up against the impenetrable shore
Hoping this summer will bring me rain
To cleanse myself of you

I took a needle
Bright and clean
And threaded it through my ventricles

Tied a knot tight
Atop my atria
And hung my heart from my wrist

It felt warm in my palm
And slippery,
Afraid of being held too long

It swung from my wrist
Like a shackle
Like an invitation
Until I hid it in my sleeves in winter time

I hung my heart at my side;
I’d never lose it
And lose it I never did

But in the wind
And when I tossed at night
Slowly it rusted. And cracked

I turned my wrist over once
Just to show you
You pulled my heart from my wrist

And in your hands
It shattered
And the line drew taught

And there I hung.

From the strands of my heart
That you held in your hands
I dangled, still in your grasp

And I hung at your side
Like a prison ball
Like a prize

Lose me,
You never will

Today you’ve hollowed me out
Because there are holes in my shoes
From chasing you
Hoping you could fill the holes in my heart

And this is tugging me out to sea
Like a riptide
I think I’ve already gone under

Undercover in the shadows of your silence
As I watch you from a corner you’ll never come to anymore
And wonder what I’ve done

There’s something punitive about the way I love you
And I lost you when I thought it was you that was strangling me
But it turns out it’s still me

Today I’m the version of me that you would love to hold
Who’s broken and tired of trying on personalities like hats
I’m miserable

The me who needs to be scooped into your arms
Because my heels are bleeding from running
Away from myself

The version of myself who’s not here at all
Because I became yours instead of becoming me
So I never became anyone at all

There are no more arms to run to
And I’m alone
And it’s just a Tuesday

I’m drowning out here
In the ocean of apologies I still owe you

What if I’m forever lost at sea

It was just the tips of your fingers and the way they weren't ashamed to be between mine. The way your skin's not mine, and mine will never be yours, but you loved its freckled smoothness anyways. It's just because my heart broke when every word you passed to me in two a.m. dizziness turned itself into a confession, and the way your eyes gave you away, and apologized for wanting to not be alone tonight.
It's raining today, and I'll never be the weight upon your chest at night, or the pitch you'll tune your self-acceptance to. But I will be the grogginess of morning that never lasts forever, but never fails to come back, and I will love you like the very saddest memory I keep away in my chest. It's not important, but it's where my mind goes when it's windy, so I guess I'll love you there. In the spaces where no one sees it, because no one sees us.
It's just because your smile broke when you said that nothing hurts you. Well, that's certainly not true.
But I will love you like the ocean at midnight, a stillness I'm never allowed to swim in, and can only love from  distance.
But I promise to love you anyways.

You keep me in the breast pocket of a heavy winter coat
Tucked away with crumbled receipts
For shaving gel, condoms, and sleeping medication
Hidden close to your heart

You keep me in the pocket of the jeans you keep discarded on the floor
Under collared shirts and a sweatshirt you got from a club you never joined
Damp with the scent of my sweat and poorly made Chinese food
Because playing with you is like playing house, playing me in the kitchen, you in the office
Us in linen sheets

We're harmless
We're impossible (That's what you told me)
We're just a house that's not real, really
And an imagination that I've let run away from me

We're locked away in a box I keep on my desk
On the torn out corner of a note you passed to me from the pocket of your winter coat
We're crammed between ticket stubs and a cherry stem your tongue laced into a knot
In your sloppy cursive, coated with time in my sloppy optimism:
"I love you"

I’m lying on the ground where you first kissed me
With my back against the cracks in the concrete
Back when I had summer breath
And you had child’s eyes

It was always sunny where we went
Hearts and hands intertwined
A heatwave of young love, and iced teas
And the way your tongue felt cool on my neck

And today it’s cold and the ground is damp with snow
But it’s as warm here as it’s ever been.

I’m looking at my reflection in the window of a coffee shop
That will always belong to us
And the love story that only a place like this could ever hold
Where the warmth of you drives away clouds.

It’s finally winter in Ann Arbor
So I guess it makes sense that you’re not here anymore
Because a thousand miles and winters couldn’t untangle
My love from you from here

“I miss summer, and long hair, and lab, and espresso, and the library, and everything about this place. But mostly I just miss him.”
(March 2013)

Sadness held me when no one else would. I was afraid, and alone, and a mess, but sadness selfishly let me crawl into its lap, and curl up into a size of myself that I could tolerate but no one could love. Sadness held me when you didn't. It held me when my heartbeat was a hurricane, and when the apologies rolled out of my throat like tidal waves. Sadness threw on its rainboots and marched through the storm to bring the moon back to me when you couldn't even march outside. Running its cloudy fingers through my hair like strands of spider webs, careful not to skip a single inch, sadness pulled me against its hollow chest and whispered venomous conciliatory reminders of who we are into my broken head. Sadness shook me like a seizure until I finally fell asleep.
And when I woke up to the soft grey light of this existence, sadness held me because my heart slipped through the greedy fingers of everyone who tried, shattering on the floor as you walked away from the mess you hadn't seen before. Sadness held me because no one else could. And I deserved to be held.

I fall in love in the summer
When sheets are thin
And breezes are warm

When our curtains are sheer
And the sun sets over thunderclouds
And our feet caress each other at the end of a trodden dock

I fall in love when nights are short
And time moves sweetly thick, and slow
And our breath tastes hard like liquor

I fall in love off of hot asphalt
And exposed souls

Getting high on parking structures
And men’s fingers in my hair

And
I fall apart in the winter
When we’re sheltered
And evenings come too early

When it’s cold outside
So I burry too deep into myself
And lose lovers like keys

To what,
I’m still not sure

It’s dark in central Georgia
And city lights kiss me like you do
Sad and solemnly buzzing
Nothing else will break me like you will

With the hands you stretched out towards me
You’re the dusk I’m dreaming of
Treading gently until we reach the world’s end

Everything will be dark

Three cigarette butts at the end of the table, three more days and I hope you never come back
We're June in winter, and if that's true, you're Springtime too early
Came up too fast, pushed through the ground
And winter never left
Now all the flowers are dead and you can't bring them back

*******.

******* and your lazy Earl Grey voice
That never said a single true thing to me at all
And your bedroom window that filters light like you filter your thoughts
Keeping all the kind things in

I'm gasoline underfoot
Don't tread me onto your carpets
One drop of a match and I'll set the establishment on fire until they're burning in the capitol building

I'm burning in all capitals.
H E L P M E G O D D A M N I T I A M D Y I N G.

No one really reads these days

There’s tonic water at our bedside
And crumbs in our sheets
And that word still feels sticky in my mouth

“ours”
Like candy coating
Cherry red and saccharine
Like happiness my body hasn’t matured into

I’m a river’s mouth
Spitting out melancholy
Dripping from my lips

There’s music in the foreground
And your breaths are muted under the sheets

While I stamp this sadness out of me
With the press of your warm mouth
Wet against mine

Letting this inkiness run out of me
Staining the places hidden
Under your skin

I’m writing out nineteen years of
Cigarette smoke
That I didn’t have to inhale
To get trapped in my heart

Across your shoulders at night
Hoping one day
Your hands will wring this out of me

It’s early in the morning
And you’re up spinning ambitions
Into something I hope I witness
The cobwebs of

And I’m naked
On your side of the bed
Watching your shoulders rise and fall

Under the humming
Of our overworked heater
Falling asleep to the promise of
The way you look at me

Let me be yours
For at least one more turn of hours

I’m tired of playing tug of war
With your worn out affection for me
And your inability to tell me what you mean

Of standing in the glow of how you don’t even miss me
Not even a little bit
Trying to reach me out from under the door

I’m sore from longing for
The stolen bits of skin you’re still taking from me
Pieces of hip bones and freckled shoulders

I’m at risk of imploding
Under the conflicted forces
Of your admiration and disdain for me

And I already ripped myself open for you
A thousand times in the cross currents
Of my desire to be yours

And now you’re just emptying me out
And scraping the last bits of dignity
From my lungs

Pulling me in directions I couldn’t go if I tried
My stomach is knotted up between the poles of your feelings
Hovering over the line
Waiting for the drop

If words crept up on you
As you lay silent but awake
I wonder what you'd say with them
And if you'd speak of me

Of the way I hold myself when I'm hurt
Arms wrapped around my ribcage
And how you wish your arms could take their place
And with all of your heart that nothing may ever harm me

And by what name would you call me
With my own or as the benefactor of yours
In cursive or in your sloppy print
That's scattered amongst my pockets

Would you love me in conceits and
In ways you'll never speak of me out loud
And if the words gave you their hearts like I did

Maybe you would at least take them

We were driving through a lightning storm
When I was struck by the idea that I could end up like this

Like insomnia on winding highways
And background music

With you falling asleep to the soundtrack of our
Battering mutual affection

And nothing should be beautiful about a body that’s just at rest

But I steal glances of you sleeping
Like they’re hits

And my god, it just might **** me
Because how breathtaking you are
Injects itself into my veins
And my lungs give in

There was frost on the windows
And droplets of how perfect you are to me collecting on my mind

Recently you’ve been always on my mind
And under my skin
On the highway out in front of me

Just flashes of brown eyes
And kindness blanketed over me
When my own heart has been making me cold

There were signs that said we’re 1000 miles from anywhere
But I’m happy being nowhere with you
Or wherever it is we are

It was 4am
And my heart was thundering
While you slept at my side

Just barely out of reach

So it’s this again.
Sitting at the end of a year, looking over the edge, and there’s still nothing below me
I’m at the bottom of my own “to do" list
I’m on the underside of the world

And I’m alone on the linoleum
Blowing out the flickers of another year
Cupped between my palms
While the wax melts down my ankles and into pools

It’s another 365 degrees of suffering
Because there are different degrees of that, you know
And I’m still sitting here alone
At the beginning of another year

Happy birthday to me.

Gossamer and lemon drops
I’d be serendipity if I could
An evening stretched out across a field of pleasant contingencies
I’d be the way the sunlight hides itself in your hair
The way sundown feels like an anesthetic so you never feel darkness at all
And it’s all I ever feel
For you I’d be a solar system
Spinning. Not because I’m necessary, just because I am
Elegance and a box of wine, I’d be the moment your wheels kiss the runway
And if I could, I’d be starlight
Stretched in front of you, I’d be something infinite
If I could

I’m writing because it’s midnight, and that’s what happens. My fingers start itching and words start running around in my neural pathways. I’m writing because I’m not really sure I have anything to say.

That’s not true though. I’m writing because there’s always something to say. There’s always something worth hearing, something worth breathing in after it rains. There are metaphors I’ve already overused, so why not use them one more time. There are metaphors unexplored at the bottom of these literary chasms I chase my mind down into and somebody’s got to find them.

I’m writing because I have nothing else to do. Because it’s midnight and the world always starts falling asleep right when my sense of security starts waking up.

I wish you could see me like this in the daytime: unafraid, that is. Unafraid of what sort of patterns my fingers will stroke out on this invalidated copy of Microsoft Word that keeps asking me to validate it. We all want to be validated. You’ll have to get in line.

I’m writing because there are words like efflorescence that roll off my tongue like new pennies dropping into wishing wells.

I guess I’m writing because I’m sad.

We’re all a little sad though, some of us just see it when we look in the mirror. We see it under our eyes and in the empty space around us. We can see it where others can’t. In the empty space inside us.

I’m writing because there’s an ephemeral “her” to be written about, and she’s not even me. She’s this sad girl who curls up in bed at night and wonders what it feels like to be loved by another human being and wonders if it will ever happen to her. She’s one of these girls you pass up and walk past without noticing. I’m writing because my whole existence notices her.

I guess I’m just writing because well… it’s what I do. It’s what I do when I’m empty, it’s what I do when I’m full, it’s what I’ve always done. It’s what I do when there’s nowhere to run to and no one to run from. There’s nothing chasing me; it’s just me in this dark room.

I’m writing because the sound of keys is nice. It’s really nice. It’s the sound of pancakes on the griddle on Sunday mornings when I was young and of heavy breathes against the curve of my neck when I wasn’t so young anymore.

I’m writing because one day I’ll be older and my sadness will be out of touch. It will be a thing of my youth when I was self-indulgent and my universe was still small enough to only spin around me. Because one day you wake up and realize all the pettiness is still there but you don’t matter to yourself anymore.

I’m writing because I do matter. I do matter.
I’m writing because I can.

I guess what you should know about me is that I love like most people drink. Recklessly. Purposefully. And I’ll pour my love into anything that can hold it until there’s no one left to hold it anymore. No one has held me in a long time.

You should know that I’m a wreck after 10pm. Because the rest of the world goes out, and I never really knew why, but now I do. Because people let the sun drag their hopes down with it and then light themselves on fire from the inside. My inside can’t be light anymore. I’m not sure it’s even worth trying. So I sit alone in dark rooms and drown in negative space. Undeveloped, and overexposed. I’m always underwater. I guess what’s why you should know I feel like I’m drowning all the time.

But you should know that I’ll love you endlessly. And that’s not a word that I use lightly. Because words are all I have lately, and even they’re running away from me too. But if you never ran away from me I’d never let love run away from you. And I would chase the sun down into the trenches and drag it back up for you, dripping in pearls and shipwrecked hope that I’d do anything to give you back.

You should know that I mean the things I say. Not all of them, but I mean this. I’ll love you until my soul breaks onto the shore, and even then it will wash up at your feet. Matter can’t disappear just like that, and you have no idea how much you matter to me.

You should know that I’m up to my ankles in tidal pools of apathy, and the only thing growing around me is you. I stopped growing quite some time ago, but I blossom when you’re around. My love grows like an algae bloom. Nice until it kills everything in its path. Sorry.

But I just want you to know that I would love you. Not effortlessly, not painlessly, but eternally. And at 4am when exhaustion finally finds me, you’ll be the last thing sailing across my mind. Because you’re the wind that moves me forward and my broken, uncontrollable self.

And when these words wash up where you are, bottled up inside of me, sink them in the ocean with whatever remains of the rest of me after I shatter it. And just know that I would have loved you.

Just thought you ought to know.

There was a river running through me, carving into my ventricles
Winding, turning, and tossing at night

It rose in the winter and fell into freefall
When the clouds rushed through my veins

Carving, etching, scarring my tissue
There was a river that flowed through me like gasoline

And then a summer without a drop of you.
A lifetime without ever coming clean
And a river left me like you did
Dry and hollowed

He found her body in the lattice of jet-streams
That had carried her away from herself
At the bottom of an ocean she dug herself
Fingers broken, palms dry
With dirt lodged under her fingernails
And blood tucked into the back of her mouth

He found her tongue in cheek
Sloppy print scribbled across the receipt in her pocket
Advil, number two pencils, and peppermints
He found her on the horizon already out of reach
Something blue already springing up from the soil beneath her

He found her after she’d showed herself the way out
No lock on the door, no warmth left in her touch
She left with an apology for ever being there at all
And a hand outreached for someone to take her
Anywhere where she could grow

He found her on a Sunday night right before the day reset itself
Put her in his arms, tucked her apology into his lungs
And left her in the soil

And he reset himself again

There are sixteen messages on my answering machine

Human interaction, you know
I try not to do that anymore

Although I'm not trying much of anything lately
I'm not sure there's anything left to try

Everything I'm feeling has already been felt
Everyone I love has already been loved more

I don't know how to love someone anymore
I don't even know how to be someone anymore

People make my sense of self shake
People made my sense of self in the first place

There are splinters of humans in my consciousness
But mostly it's just me in here

And it's actually none of them on my message machine
Just a bunch of telemarketers
Selling me their souls for nineteen ninety nine

I forgot how silky apathy can be
Constricted around my waist
And laced up in the back of my mind

Always there, always far away
Until everyone's out of sight

I stood in the steam and tried to feel human again
Tried to feel anything at all
The hot water beat down on me like angel wings, and the steam rose up like flowers in winter, and I breathed in the clean smell of apples mixed with my own blood
Trying to remember if this is what happiness smells like
I stood there, in the embrace of scalding water, like the aftermath of the world's demolition
Letting summer rains wash away the rubble and the ashes that crowded the empty streets in my mind
And in the steam I felt my heart rip open as the murky warmth seeped into my skin
Behind a glass door, thick with the condensation of the lies and the fake smiles I slipped out of and left lying on the bathroom floor
I let myself die in the steam while the water washed away the granules of sincerity that stuck in my blood-matted hair
And breathing out the moist, heavy density of my own broken personhood
I stood naked in the solitude of my momentary shelter
Hoping to never feel human again

We curled up in the cheap glow of cheaper Christmas lights and swallowed romance down like English breakfast tea (your favorite), taking in gulps of candy colored warmth
That's how we kept this thing alive, if you're wondering
We wrapped ourselves in winter scarves on winter nights so that we could see the snow swirling, the Earth breathing, and not each other
You looked at the outline of my shoulders while I looked at the sky, and I wondered whether snowflakes jump from a home they don't feel like they belong in anymore
I'm floating through this dark expanse at the mercy of gravity, I'm pale, I'm different, I'm a lot of things
And when the holiday displays are tucked away and you're finally looking at me
Shedding my layers and naked without the blues and greens of tiny plastic lights
I'll hit the pavement and disappear
They'll be looking at the outline of you and you'll be looking at me
As pale and pretty as I ever was in the flurry of my melting winter melancholy
And in the blizzard of the way you can't quite explain to people what was beautiful about me
You'll think back to Christmas lights and tea
And you'll wonder why it couldn't keep me alive

Your fingers found their way across my spine like raindrops on windshields
Without regret and without belonging there. They only stayed for a little while.

But you're still lingering in the living room
Where you drummed your fingers on his table because something I said was funny
He sets his coffee on that table every morning
It's the table that I've set his coffee on each morning for longer than I remember
He doesn't think I'm funny

My body doesn't remember what it feels like to be anything but his
And I hope it felt like being yours
Being beautiful, being touched, being held
Held is an action, it's a feeling when it's you
I feel held

And are you as tangled up in my feelings as I am?
Because they're sticking to me with static resiliency
They don't want to go
I don't want you to go

And now your teeth are on the tops of my ears
Nipping at my secrets
Because you can't kiss my scars

And your love has found its way into my life like rainclouds on summer skies
With purpose and with hesitancy. Where it will only stay for a little while

A clearing in the middle of existing
I’ll be the place you’re looking up from
The dampness on your palms when you push yourself up
From the ground floor of this skyscraper life you’re scaling

I’ll be your secret, I’ll be your anything
I’ll be an envelope sealed with the wetness of your mouth
Postmarked to “this one time when I was young I…”
Just run-on sentences  that you won’t be able to finish in the morning

I’ll be your Saturdays, but I’d like to be your Tuesdays
And the scent of second-day dishes in the sink
And detergent lifting into the rafters with the frothiness of your laughter
Following your life upwards

A string of messages, constantly being cleared
I’ll be a back door to wherever you want to go
Just hands on the back of your neck
Or just the bottom of the bottle so that you might drown your troubles in me

Since I’m drowning in you

You were fingers drumming on the steering wheel, eyes always on the road ahead, inhaling the blend of my anxiety and your charm, exhaling gusts of songs I didn’t know I liked and ease that doesn’t belong to either of us. You were major chord progressions and eight o’clock lighting that you can’t hold under your thumb any better than the youth that you tuck into your back pocket as a precaution, only there for show, never for use.

You were self-deprecating humor that’s not real anymore by the time it’s fallen into your palms and a dose of sincerity pushed under your tongue like a vitamin you hope you never taste before washing it down. And you wash it down with everything and anything that makes you feel warm. You were the bits of everyone who’s ever made you feel warm so I sat like a radiator in your passenger seat hoping to radiate right into your core.

You were kindness on the dashboard and fears in the trunk, bumping up against the shell of your light blue disposition at speed bumps and leaned up against the walls of your mind on the straight aways. Audible under the sound of your laughter. Only audible if you were listening (I was listening) while you hummed along to words you don’t mean enough to say out loud.  But your affections sit like pennies behind the windshield, clinking together in sync with the sound of conversations you can’t help but have. You can’t help yourself at all. It’s always warm behind a wall of glass.

You were nights right before they became mornings because if time slips away then you never have to catch it. Time got caught in the space beneath your ribs until you diluted it with a love for everything bigger than you and filled yourself until you could be something bigger than Thursday nights and dog eared pages to books that no one recommended. And in the middle of a sunrise, something you could always say goodnight to, you were arms wrapped around someone smaller than you, holding onto something bigger than any of us, tapping out syllogisms like Morse code and like fingers on steering wheels.

You puffed out hatred
In blushing clouds that glowed against the hollow sky
And I writhed in the back seat
To the music of a broken carburetor and a lack of self-respect

Inky purple stains strewn across the dashboard
To match the ones on my shoulders
There’s a sky up there and I don’t think you’ve ever seen it
Because you say I’m a constellation that someone wrote the story of
Before they tossed me into the sky

So you toss me around like candy wrappers and train tickets
Because you like me when I’m crumpled in the center console
Below the strength of your hand that holds the cigarette
That you burnt your name into my skin with

This highway smells like gasoline
Maybe because I’m doused in you
And every time the road turns itself over into a new year
I tell myself that I’ll love you

Better than I do from below your feet
Peeking out from under your tread
While I’m treading water in the bottom of your cup holders
Or maybe one day from the passenger seat with your fingers pushing bruises into my thighs

You’re driving me towards the milky way with ashes in my palms
Away from city lights, away from myself
There’s a solar system next to my body in the trunk
And it always spins around you

Give her your affection and she'd give you the freckle on the inside of her hip
She was that kind of girl.

Green apple ***** with bruises under her shirt
The kind of girl who's smile broke your heart before you even realized your heart was hers

The kind of girl who made you wish you'd learned to paint so you could keep her morning eyes always
Hanging on your walls in distant shades of grey

The kind of girl who made you wish you'd learned to write music instead of learning to paint
Because her laugh was bells and whistles
And the saddest thing you'd ever heard

Give her ten minutes of your time and she'd give you anything you asked for
And you'd never know what to ask for because you'd never imagined you'd have a girl like her

A fear of the dark, torn cuticles, and an inability to stay within the lines of time
One morning you would wake up to an empty closet

You'd realize she was everything and you were a tally on a bedpost
She was that kind of girl

I built myself a house with a door that never unlocked
And a welcome matt that said come in
I guess you could say I'm a tease at heart
If you could ever reach my heart that is

There were no blinds on the windows, but there was no way past the bars
You could look in from in between their iron teeth
You just couldn't get past their reach

I laid out teacups in a perfect line, and hung pictures of us on the wall
You could see throw pillows on the couch
And you could see my bedroom door

I built myself a door without a doorknob
And a room without a light

So when you sat on the sidewalk and said you loved the living room
And you love what I've done with the place
I could fall asleep in the darkness of a heart you couldn't touch
Where there's nothing beautiful to see

If you break my heart give it back to me
Not that it's worth anything anymore
Not that it was worth something to begin with
Not that it matters

But there's a hollowness under the indent
That your palm pressed into my spine
And it's beating against my skin

Just liked you did

I'll be whatever you want
I'll be silent, I'll be small, I'll be still
But if your words cut into my wrists again
And tear my veins right open

Collect my blood in a honey ***
And keep it on your shelf
So when the addiction sneaks in
And you need one more hit
I won't take your punches

I won't be here anymore

And if your hands can't contain themselves
If my pain is just that ******* **** to you
When your heart is done with mine
Please just give it back

I'll take it in bits and in pieces
I'll take it with a brave face
I'll take whatever you haven't already taken

Please
Just give it back

I woke up one morning with a seed in my heart
And an incurable inability to ever let it grow

I held it in my palms
Cupped and concealed in overgrown cowardice  

And it never broke past the spaces between my fingers
Or through the holes in my heart

I held a seed in my heart
When my heart couldn't hold anything else
Waiting for it to spread it wings

I watered it in the stormy procession
Of four in the mornings and twenty years laters

And I woke up one day just a seed
In the heart of... this?

With a resolute inability to ever grow

Just lay here with me. And let's breathe to the rhythm of each other's longing
That's what I want from you
Silence in the universe for just one minute so I can hear you breathe
So I can hear my molecules pulling back together
Just pull me into you

Let me just be here with you. Let's just... be here
Let's not even know where we are
The side of a forest for which we'll never see the trees
Just the forest, just the universe, just us

Just for one second, just look at me.
Not into me, not past me, just at me.
Just look at me and tell me this is it. We're it.

If I could tell you anything tonight it’d be don’t leave.

Don’t take the embryotic hope that you put under my skin
And the soul I’ve finally found again tangled in your curls

It’d be that the way you move your legs at night
When you’re restless about how twenty years later
Is only ten more years away
My heart tunes itself to the motions of your mind tracing out your future

It’d be that your hands coat my body like lithium
Silvery and toxic in excess
The only thing I need every day

You’re a regimen I don’t have the resolve to break
I’m resolved to not break myself anymore
I think I’d tell you that.

That I’m done tearing into myself
And ripping out highways of neglect
That I built into myself

That I will stay through to the end of this tunnel
Dark and winding
I’ll never leave myself

So if you could postpone the morning
And wrap me in a temporary ease
I hope you wouldn’t leave.

There's a problem stuck under my fingernails
Bleeding into the cracks that the last one left
Because your eyes never seem to hold still
Long enough for me to catch them

But I'm chasing you
And I'm chasing you
And I don't know why I'm still chasing you
Around bent street signs all stamped with disinterest

I guess it's just because I'm still hoping you'll be there tonight
You're a parasite
But whenever the rain comes to wash you away
You only burry deeper in my skin

Everything in front of me is grey. Grey or an off-grey shade of almost grey. I'm an off-grey shade of almost dead.
This isn't a game of horseshoes.

You are or you aren't, and I'm definitively not. I'm not the microcosm of anything bigger than this, and there is nothing bigger than this.

The walls are crawling and I can't, and I swear to god that pain is something I'll never feel again. I just feel bottomless.

I’ll be the tip toes out of your door at night
The last headlights to ever kiss your driveway goodbye
Since I couldn’t do the same to you

You can be the break in my heart
I can be the good in your night
And I’ll never find out if you’re a breakfast person

I’ll be clothes littered on the floor
Dirtying up our consciences
Until someone comes and picks you up
Out of these messes I make

And you…
You’ll be the hollowness I feel at night

Because I let you fill the holes in my body
When I couldn’t fill the holes in my heart

But I’ll leave a space for you between my fingers
And clear a room in the basement of my thoughts
Where you can stay always

If you ever want

I miss you.

Because it’s five p.m.
And the sun keeps going down without you

And that’s a funny thing since you were always the one making it move
And the world’s still moving around me
And I haven’t moved an inch

From the safety of your sleeves that I can’t pull myself out of
And the album of you asleep in my lap
That you don’t even know exists

And I can’t look at anything anymore
Because everything looks like you
And everything’s a shadow jumping out at me

I’m paranoid about the anniversary of everything you made me feel
That’s lingering in two o’clocks on September thirteenths
And in every day we spent together
Which I really thought would be all of them

You’re everywhere inside of my veins so how are you not here
Because your laugh is stuck in the stutter of my pulse
And the way the blood that runs up my arms still tastes like you

Metallic and bittersweet
I miss you

That’s all I wanted to say.