You sat beside me and spoke so sweetly
Let your hands run up my back ever so discreetly
I felt you dancing along my vertebrae
To the tunes of your own words that mould like clay
It took all of me to lift my sleeves
And show you my scars, the reason why everyone leaves
You titled your head to get a better view
Pointed out every dark depressant hue
Then you let your tongue slip
To tell me they're not the wreckage of skin, shadow and ship
That they're not remotely close to how bad they could be
Little did you know how much those scratches mean to me
You spoke of a girl you once knew
Like a Broadway play acting on cue
Mine were nothing compared to hers
In your words, mine are like nicks from spurs
You left me blowing in an empty breeze
While I whirl around like branches falling from trees
Nicks and cuts becoming apparent
My chest transforming transparent
Now I sit curled in a blood soaked bed sheet
Unwillingly trying to compete
Keeping my bones warm
While emulating thoughts swarm
To think you were going to be the one to make my bed
To think you were going to be the place to rest my head
As if I don't hate my inflections enough
You turned into a wolf and puffed and huffed
Blowing me down like a house made of straw
Then you sat back and laughed as I crawled
Letting the stones cut my upper thigh
You asked me what it feels like to die
I told you that it feels a lot like this
And those tiny little nicks shouldn't be dismissed
Because every wound bleeds
It's a part of sufferings deed
And soon enough they'll bleed you dry
By then it sure won't help to cry
You will be the death of me
And only then will you see
That those nicks and cuts mean so much to me
And that they are as bad as they could be

I want to fall in love again,
But only with you.

If you come in the summer
do not leave
the moment the leaves begin
to abandon their trees
do not leave me
with your memory darkening
like an unfortunate tan line

If you come in the fall
do not leave
shades of red and yellow
embedded in my palms
do not leave me
contorting each syllable of your name
in search of warmth

If you come in the winter
do not leave
shaping me like a snow angel
born beneath your absence
do not leave me
heavy with guilt about
my inability to melt

If you come in the spring
do not leave
letting me bloom
under the artificial light
of your promises
do not leave me
thawing at your touch

If you come
do not leave
when the seasons change
do not leave me
pining for reason
do not leave me
do not come at all

She's like a flame
And you hate the break of spring
It becomes apparent to you in the morning
After the sun grazes your cheeks
And you spot a dandelion in the field
But you hate it
Not for it's beauty, but for the way it makes you feel
It reminds you that you have to start over
And that each day is a new chance
But you hate that
Because yesterday her perfume was inside your lungs
And her cheeks were pressed against your chest
Her chapped lips were the only connection to had to the ground
But then she was gone like a candle had been blown out
Because she was a flame
But winter was over and she no longer needed to keep you warm