I'm wearing you
Right next to my watch
Which stopped ticking months ago.

A clenched fist through the sheet
A perverted creaking of the bed
A shudder and a gasp
A stain mixing with sweat.

No pillow talk for now darling
Even midnight is dozing off
But if you shall insist
We can make the first stanza our encore.

Snow can't hide your tears, you know?
It's an unwilling home to the sick at heart.
But rain cries with you.
It pats your head when you need a friend.

It carries your tears down to your body
Making your pores know
That this my friend
is how subtle grief tastes like.

And let's not talk about
The real solid grief because that again my friend
Defies the gravity of tears
You can stand in the snow and not melt it.

I guess it's better for us to be under the rain
When we're served an extra dish
Blood through our veins and a twitch to the heart
And whether you like it or not
Force your tears. Let it dry under the rain. Cure your heart.

So you can stand back in the snow
And plot your vengeance
Because a dry and snowy place
Is a beautiful crime scene, you know.

I never asked for the spring
Nor the summer
But the cherry blossomed
And the sea charmed the travelers

So why am I still stuck
With the four hiragana characters
That patterns my bug bites
And damp pillows

For I cannot hold or follow a thought
Longer than two sentences and I'm maybe insecure
In my callousness and my immobility
Or maybe I'm just content with my gaze
Reaching yours but either way
It's just me lacking sleep
And having to much bed err bug bites.

You left my lips
Swollen and uneven
With your lies and empty
Moans that keeps me awake at night

As though all I need
Is a sheet of blinds
That can keep me
On my cigarette diet

You're a silhouette
Outside my window
Only formed when the lights are out
But you know, darling
If you're not willing to
Use the front door
Then take all your handprints
On the window and on my face.