felt nothing but bone.
the earth was still
our organs connected
our tongues made music

I wanted affection.

my fingers tremble and
my heart stutters and
my mind wonders and
my eyes question and  
I don't exactly know you and
I don't exactly know why,





but you make me nervous

you stare out the window
in an old café thinking,
"why am I here, we always used to come here"

watching the raindrops reminded you of her
and how she'd still drink it
when they didn't get her coffee order right
two cream, two sugars, one milk
yeah I still remember
and try every day to forget-

Its raining
and every drop
of precipitation
that falls out of that sky
reminds me of my grey shirt
and how your tears clung to it
like me to you when you had to leave
but only to the convenience store I
remember your exact response
when I said those words
that made your delicate eyes melt

*"come back to me"

So I watched the rain fall
it kinda reminded me of how you fell for me.
watching the rain fall reminded me of
our memories
and of how those fell
when you fell for me.
you no longer became the person I could talk openly to
because I became the love of your life and
I know I should be happy I know I should
but I just feel like things have changed
since you fell for me and-

I don't know.
I just watched the rain fall
and it kind of reminded me of you

I was a traveler.
She was a poet.
l visited almost half of the world.
She wrote about it.
I loved to wonder.
She was wanderlust.
I've been from North to West,
from Australia to Antarctica.
She saw them from her computer screen.
I loved her,
as much as I loved to travel the world.
She loved me as if I was the world..
or something. Though in my eyes,
she didn't even compare to the Eiffel tower
or the great wall of China.
She was much more majestic.
She said she could write about me all day.
I said I could explore every inch of her,
every day. And although I traveled everywhere
and anywhere you could imagine,
she was by far my favorite tourist attraction.
She was my world.
She was the whole world.
In a day.

Morning
your eyes become the sun
In which I pleasantly wake up to everyday

Afternoon
your eyes simmer only slightly, still as
bright as the sun except more peacefully

Night*
gloomy hair and unfaithful bags
touch your eyes though they do not cause any effect;
yet
only when your lips whisper "goodnight love*" and kiss my delicate cheek I notice
how the day dims your eyes

You snuck into my dorm room
and told me you missed me
though it only has been minutes
since I was last in your bed

You told me you loved me
and that it wasn't just a phase
yet you turned your back
and walked away

I want to relive
the grass stains on my jeans
the leftover shivers from the wind
(when we ran though the field)
that song you hummed mindlessly
that gaze you gave me when I said
"you're more like me than I think I am"

her sorrow,
sometimes
soothed by his
scent

Just thinking
of nothing really.
Just of how fog
can lay over grass
Correspondingly
and some things on earth
aren't even possible.
Like the fact that I can't even go
anywhere without thinking
of nothing really.
just of how you
correspond with me

hide and seek plays
and all I think of is
peace and quiet
and silence and tea;
possibly.
for the first time
Its me;
that I think about
the awkwardness
of the fact that
there's no you,
I'm the only one
I care about
should care about
go out all night
silences all the silence
the harmonizing melodies
of both peace and the inner
piece of me
and you didn't do that
I didn't have that
now I do.

I've never gotten drunk before
but I've been hypnotized by the feel
of your fingers on my skin
is the feeling the *same