I can't walk into flower shops anymore because all I can smell is the rose that you wore on your lapel the day that you swore you'd love me forever. That was the last time I'd ever wear white. Now I can't think of you without having to swallow back the combined taste of bile and venom. You were everything I thought I wanted wrapped into the most beautiful form of lucifer that I had ever seen. Our first dance wasn't to my favorite song but to the sound of nails on a chalkboard and I still don't know how I missed it. You are the reason I envy snakes and their ability to shed their skin. More than anything I just want to live in a skin that you never had a chance to soil. Instead of being my lighthouse; my beacon of hope- you were the storm dragging me under the waves, drowning out any hopes of a safe return.

-o.m.h

i miss the heat of whispered gasps and tangled legs and i cannot help but wonder if there will ever come a day where technology has evolved and taken over so forcibly that we will forget what human touch feels like. i don't believe that even the smartest of computer geniuses could program the warmth of your hands into any micro chip. my nerves are still buzzing from the last touch and it's almost as if i've touched a socket with wet hands. we share a love that can never be outdated; a love that is water proof and forever charged, with passion that burns brighter than any electrical fire.

- o.m.h

i was taught to bite my tongue but never when to unclench. the only time that my jaws unhinged was when i would scream my monologues at the cornfields; my pain penetrating through the husk and soaking into every kernel. so when he's at your apartment, eating off of my favorite plate, i hope that my words get stuck in between your teeth and you are forced to scrape and swallow back every single morsel of the venom that i wish that i had spit at you. and I know that one day my teeth will shatter from the pressure and  that eventually your brain will burst from all of the headaches you've gotten from everything that i've screamed into ears that weren't yours.

- o.m.h

As I watch you light your cigarette, the flame flickers with the reminiscence of the night you first called me baby. It was so foreign to me, and as it rolled off of your tongue so naturally I couldn't imagine being beckoned by any other name. Nicknames had never made sense to me- why give people a reason to save their breath that they could've been expelling on each extra syllable? People are so simple to forget that nowadays you want them to have to think about you even for those few extra seconds it takes to say a given name, rather than a shortened version that is much less than what you deserve. You deserve the world covered in twinkling chandeliers even though you think they're unnecessary. You deserve every word in the dictionary to be dedicated to the way your lips move as they speak them. You deserve books that attempt to explain the way you breathe in between kisses. You deserve your own science that focuses on explaining and capturing the fragrance you leave laced through my sheets. You deserve every single shade of blue to be based off of the way the light illuminates the flecks of the sky in your eyes. I'm not really one for clichés, but you deserve more than the world and so much more than even the galaxy holds. You deserve everything from cities of gold and glass to every bag of gummy bears in existence. And all I ever want to deserve in this world is to be your baby.

-o.m.h