the kisses you once gave me on my collarbones and wrists are fading away
and you're not here to put them back on.
- a.c

if somehow, i forgot who i was;
do not remind me.
if i cannot swallow down my food;
do not tell me that it is because of the weeks i have starved myself.
if i feel this sudden guilt but do not remember why;
do not tell me why, say that it'll pass soon.
if i cannot fall asleep;
do not tell me i have insomnia, kiss my forehead and lay next to me to soothe my soul,
because i do not want to remember who my past self was.
i wanted to forget.
and i did
so do not tell me who i was, let me re-live.

it's not like i love you,
but you taste so good,
and you make me so **** happy.
you almost make me want to.
- a.c

I love others so much more than I love myself; it kind of disheartens me at how much I would give to others than I would ever to myself.
I wouldn't be able to stand it knowing that someone else is in pain or is hurting but when it comes down to me.

I'm fine.
- a.c

If I were to
Write about you
Every night
For one hundred and thirty three
Dark stained
Skies

Would all the stars align
(we can pretend
that we're fatalists
when the moon
reaches our fingertips)
and our eyes
To each others'
Simultaneously?

If I were to write about you
And your eyes and the way
Your smile forms
Would it stay that way
Forever?

If I were to write
Now
And Tomorrow
About the pattern
The sound of your voice
Makes
In my heart
Would I be able to stay alive
Indefinitely
(still)?

And if I were to write about you
Again and again
Until my fingertips
Were laden
And saturated
Black and blue
From bruises
And ink
Would you still
Want to kiss them?