the words sliced deliciously
drawing not blood
but ink
furious passionate ink
she was just words on a page
in a human shell
he was just
another who wanted to try
with expendable arms and legs
but still the ink came
the words sliced horizons
not vertically
so as not to ****
only to bleed
and before the cut
has a chance to heal
pens and greedy fingers
jammed into the wound
hoping to take
the last drop
of art

We had different feelings
at the same time;
or maybe
the same feelings
at different times.
Either way we never quite saw eye to eye,
because yours were always bloodshot,
and mine filled with tears.
It seemed like every time I was content to wipe them clear,
your gaze turned to glare
because so much of me resembles you,
even how I laugh,
But you don't chime in like you used to.
And I'll confess that I tried not to mind
that our hands don't fit as tightly
as they had before;
and that I should have stopped,
open my eyes,
realized it was your heart I was up against,
before my greed for your love caused pain
and broke you into pieces I could no longer fix
that had scattered too far to contain.

I've seen you sleep;
Your breaths are
Sweet.

I hope you can
Remember how I feel
For you.

Your chest
It moves up and
           d
           o
          w
          n
Your breathing slows;
Do you know I'm
Watching?
Listening?
Breathing your exact breaths?

I hope you can
Remember how I feel
For you.

The air you exhale is
Hot,
Wet,
And sad.
What are you dreaming about?

I would hope that it's me but
You seem terrified of what you see.

I hope you can
Remember how I feel
For you
When I'm gone,
It's vital to how you'll
Live afterwards.

i wish i could erase all the worlds you've
ever whispered into my ear,
but my blood runs thick with ink
instead of graphite and lead,
and my bones are heavy with every
syllable you ever spoke.

What would it take for you to care?
The reader of this piece.
To spark an emotion deep within your inner soul?
I could say my friend and I were close
But that general  story would not turn head
And you would forget you had read this at all
What if I gave him a name?
A name that gave him purpose to me
To identify his broken body
For me to nod my head at the call of this--name
His name was Mathew
And though I could not be there when it happened
I write to you, to say I wish I knew more of him
I wish I had understood his smile
But a year ago, in the warm air of summers bubbling evening
A man decided to let drink drive for him
And a body lay on the street
They called him Cheese, for he always smiled
A natural smile that warmed the room
And every day I want to say
That I wanted to know you a little more
Your brother and I had been friends but never
Close to call "Best" friends
But your family was always good to me
And I saw you from time to time
In retrospect I knew your humor
The hearty laughs I'd hear in your house
And even if I knew nothing of what was funny
I smiled
And laughed as well
Your father coached me numerous times
The basketball court never failed to hold
His compassion and love for the game
I know he loved you all the same
And someday I may see you
And I will introduce myself with name
And we will be in a better place
Void of sad thoughts and earthly pain