Your number has finally vanished from my recently contacted list.
I don’t know whether to be proud or disappointed beyond belief.

I’m afraid to touch things because of the stale smoke I will leave.
I want to warn people, and say don’t touch me, because I will stick to you like melting candy.
I feel the sadness saturating my bones like a steak sauce,
and the droplets of water I collect on my fingertips are all I have left.

You’ve been forgotten more times than a dusty old library book and I can tell you’re getting sick of it.
You said that we should just calm down but I’ve already counted to ten as many times as I could.
Clean sheets can’t help us forget the past anymore,
and we’re all shoveling the dirt away as fast as we can to see what problems we’ve buried.
We’re all ripping the bricks away as fast we can to see what walls we’ve built.

I’ve been drinking distilled water for months now and I still feel waves crashing against the inside of my body.
The inside of my mind looks like what you’d find underneath a turtle shell.

I don’t care what god put you here because you have every right to follow the trails of any dream you’ve ever had.

I don’t care what god put you here because you’re going to find someone who has lips that fit your’s like a puzzle piece.

And I don’t care what god put you here because the butterflies in your stomach can speak any and every language that has ever been exchanged by words, touch, or eye contact.

You said that we’re just all pre-popped bubbles holding galaxies inside of us, and I shook my fist at you and said
"How is that possible? Because there’s no way that stars could live in something so broken."

I’m wondering if it’s possible to overdose on stress and raw lips because I know I would achieve death in an instant if it were.

If we’re not supposed to **** ourselves,
then tell me
why we make pills taste like candy
and why we try so hard to communicate every single feeling
yet avoid talking at the same time.

If we’re not supposed to die,
then tell me
why the only thing in this galaxy inside of me is a
black hole
vibrating a B flat
fifty two octaves too low for you to hear it.

I am here. I am everywhere.

Every place you’ve been, I have waited.

Every face you’ve seen I have worn.

I have one name but thousands.

On your birth I am your twin.

At your death I shall be your shadow.

In a mother’s womb I have slept.

In a hero’s cry I have risen.

In the smile of a bride I took pride.

In a widow’s tears I am crushed.

I am the pledge of a groom.

I am the passion left by the dead.

I am the spark in every kiss,

The eternal flame of every vow .

Fourteenth of February I was born.

I am the spell in cupid’s arrow.

In the eyes of Aphrodite I am found.

Red as cherry I have been drawn.

I have no age. No gender.

I linger in your heart or perhaps in your mind.

‘Til eternity I shall live.

I am your hidden desire for others.

I am their hidden desire for you.

I am not LUST.

LUST is a friend and sometimes a foe.

TRUST is my companion. LIE destroys me.

BETRAYAL is my enemy.

TEMPTATION will lead you to another path.

Do not follow. You won’t see me there.

Don’t either find me. I WILL FIND YOU.

TIME is my deliverer. Be patient.

I have one name but thousands.

But you, you may call me

LOVE

And I’m pleased to love you.

Maybe if I'll touch you
The way the summer sun kisses the daisy
*You will love me.

This is ME.
This is YOU.
And even in a poem,
Still separated
By the words and spaces in between.