Is it
A field of stars
Or
A constellation of orchids?

"I'd do anything, just so that you'd look at me again the same way you look at him."

"Like leave completely?" You ask. While you look at me the same way you look at him.

I press my lips against your lips
And wrap my fingers around yours
Now that you're gone,
All my lips press are cigarette tips
And all I'm wrapped with is remorse

the last time he went out of
his mind he liked it
so much there
that he never came back

not even after the
alcohol left
his blood

he keeps writing to this day

addresses women with 'sweangel'
a combination of sweet
and angel, I guess

but never spends more
than a matter of weeks
with any of them

some take pity on him
and some morbid curiosity

but no one loves him
truly
only his insanity

I want to give you
A thousand final kisses
And rip you into
A thousand little pieces

If you put sand
In a bucket of water
Eventually,
it settles at the bottom.

I'm not sandman,
But I'm at the bottom
In the lake
Of my tears.

Not settled
But drowned.