words fall through me, fool me
into something larger than your shallow breathes
against my collarbones at four in the afternoon.
we are craters, creating something
more wholesome than a smile or the five o'clock news,
and i'm new here
but i felt the pulse in your wrist when you said good morning
and i'm mourning the thickness of the cranium
you're melting away
and i'm tired of your limp fingers
and your tangled hair
i need something more than your mouth
and a quiet shadow.

What am I going to do?
I'm losing myself & I'm losing you too.
What are we going to do?
We were a candle with a bright burning wick but what are we now?
Has the flame burned out?
Maybe Im to blame, I know its a shame & I'm not proud.
There's nothing left of me & I'm not sure what you see,
When I'm just an old building that's been burned to the ground.
I'm not begging for you to stick around.
I wouldnt blame you if you hate it how youre never sheltered from the clouds.
But my foundation is stained with your footprints & these ashes would scatter in the wind to spell out your name.
I know its a shame & I'm not proud, I know id be selfish to ask you to stick around.

i. You imprinted my thighs with (x)'s
ii. nothing about us was beautiful, we were bad rhymes and crumpled art
iii. I asked you out with cold coffee and trembling fingers, it is not as romantic as it sounds
iv. you loved my lips with razor blades, I kissed your lines with tears and alcohol
v. my wrists fit in your palms better than my hand matched yours.
vi. I did not know how to fall properly
vii. neither did you.