You make
My head
Feel hazy
Like Summer
Afternoons
All my thoughts
Forgotten as
They rush
To make room
For you.

Tiny, shredded
Paper hearts
And flimsy
Cardboard
Feelings
Bitter aftertastes
On tongues,
Licked wounds
That are not
Healing.

Souls
Like quiet,
Vacant rooms
And minds
Screaming in
Silence
Aching chests
That long for love
Stranded on
Lonely islands.

I am sick
Of words on screens
Saccharine sweet
And yet so
Empty

Don't let yourself
Get close to me
If you don't
Intend to stay
Don't dance
Along the
Thinning line
Of loving and
Going away

Don't allow me  
To attach myself
To who I think
You are,
Better strangers
With whole hearts
Than broken
Lovers
From afar.

Do not tell me
What I am to you,
For words
Have lost their
Meanings
Voices forming
Hollow sounds
Without minds
Intervening

Show me
What I am to you
In the way
You warm my skin
And look at me
With eyes
That hush
The pain that
Stirs within

Don't let me
Find hope
In words that are
Hollow
And think that
My footsteps
Form patterns
You will follow

Don't say
That I am lovely
Like stars and
Moonlit skies
When we both know
That I am only
Tear stains and
Sad eyes