my fingertips bruise
along the imagined
arch of your mouth

i am sorry i never said
anythi
ng wort h mu
ch i’
m sor
r
y

pale lavender half moon
freshly bloodshot whites
dried pearls clotting in your jaw

Ive been dreaming of your face somewhere
Ive been touching your silhouette on my sheets

I am distant
pressed against its silence
spelling the word,
sleep

thinking of
the light honey leaves
like the tide of your thoughts
marking your face the way it does

I fear the trees have been climbing
inside my window,
telling me things

Whilst I lay in the dark,
Wind whistles against
Rickety
Windowpanes.
I used to sneak out then in those.
With your aftertaste on my lips
And fingers still trembling-
Closing the latch,
And climbing into
Empty sheets.
You were:
First kiss,
Not first touch.
You were:
Freshly picked roses,
And numb hands.
You were:
Everything good
On paper.
Only that.

Lazy lines never writes
she's afraid because of what she might.
Can't seem to find her way
so she's taking a                                                break
from searching.
She sways
in and out of feelings,                                                
from the middle        
she can see the edge                                       break
but doesn't lose her place.
He wanted to hold her
as she rambled away,
kiss her cheek in the moonlight
and play her music by day.

Walk barefoot on blacktops,
backward steps, tripped in flip flops.
He's the scar on her knee, the crackle pop in her spine.
She thought to make him                                                  baked
goods:
precious berries too sweet for wine.

She feels destruction in creation
so her thoughts become less productive
and finds resonance in mistakes.
Words like hot wind
and she's depressing.
Ignoring advice from others,
*******.
Break
                  break                                          
                                      break
she needs it
break
     break
break
she bears it

cheek bruised
from loves subtle encounters,
hands shaking from
works formal banters,
today's not what she expected it'd be:
something sweet in the stomach.
A smooth something to bring out the best,
bitter rest in her breast,
she wants to get a better look.