one year from now…
the thought of your hands grazing over my skin,
or the sound of your laughter after i tell a bad joke,
the way your eyes become so much smaller when you smile,
or the reminiscences of your cologne in my car,
the taste of your tounge as it brushes over mine,
it won’t make me ache,
because one year from now,
i won’t know the you that i so desperately want to have now.

the newspaper and i have something in common

overtime, we are forgotten about
overtime, we begin to decay
overtime, the sun beats down on us
overtime, we are torn apart piece by piece
overtime, there will be nothing left.

everyone’s finally going to sleep
but were waking up
watching the sky change colors
feeling the air become warmer
hearing the birds chatting

how could you sleep?

whisper in my neck
wrap your arms around me
tell me you love me

can we
sit on the
concrete
pathway
next to
the garden,
with our
warm
coffee
cups?
i want
to take
photographs
of you
in this
green shirt,
in this
morning
light.

if i take this pill
will my life be over?
because it seems like it already is.

if i take this pill
will all of my problems
wash away?
will they fall down the drain as fast as i fell for you?

if i take this pill
will your face disappear?
because every time i shut my eyes
you haunt me.

if i take this pill can you promise me i won’t ever be alone again?

i hate
how effortlessly
words come out of your mouth.
and i hate
how the sound of your voice
could soothe a stadium of 30,000 people.
i hate
that your laugh
sends chills down my spine.
and i hate
that your touch
is only a few streets away,
but forbidden by the government.