In this alien world
We hug the warm air for comfort.
Hundreds of secrets slithering from our lips,
Through bed sheets,
making their way to dim skies
and settling as stars;
permanent fixtures of our past,
until sunrise.

In early morning hours,
With heavy lids,
We make mistakes.
Basking in our sweet calamity
as we cautiously pluck heart strings.

But after we wipe the sleep from our eyes,
The night’s intoxication forgotten,
We take our shaky legs back home
And turn to the winds for condolence.

Beautiful girl,
Pieces sewn together;
A patchwork, reanimated corpse.
A makeshift heart,
Fulfilling its biological duties.
Her new brain confirmed she knew all.
You guard yourself.
You make haste.
You let them touch you,
But, never touch you.
You never give away more than you take.
She never questioned humanity,
Or the selfishness of life,
Until you.

You showed her each section was seamless;
Each idiosyncrasy part of an exquisite design.
That despite her making,
Of perfectly picked portions,
She was incomplete without you.
You were strength to her weakness,
Not loneliness.
She was humble, not callous.
She could give more than she ever could take;
And her heart did not just pump blood,
But love.