El momento que te largaste,
la luna se colgo como espejo,
un recuerdo doloroso de tu existencia.

Güera;
brillando porcelana y distante
pero presente
en la noche de mi vida seguiendo tu partida.

Ahora que es invierno se ha puesto peor.
Caídas de nieve hirientamente blanca
forman tus costillas en mi patio,
manchas de tierra visible tus lunares,

y cuando miro por la ventana

lo tengo por seguro que mientras viva tu memoria’s melliza en mi cielo,

yo me morire con cada atardecer.


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The moment you left,

the moon hung itself like a mirror,
a painful reminder of your existence.

Pale;
shining porcelain and distant,
but present
in the night of my life following your departure.

Now that it’s winter it has become worse;
downfalls of agonizingly white snow
form your ribs in my backyard,
visible dirt stains your beauty marks,

and when I look out the window

I’m assured that as long as your memory’s twin lives in my sky,
I will die with each and every sunset.

thin lips = cruel sips

at my resolve
and three quarters willful
need to do away
with your memory's
hips.

i
for anyone else wondering when it will stop
it won't
stop trying to fill the cup
bottoms been cut out
we'll always move across dimly lit rooms
and lick at our petal blossom wounds
waiting on someone to dress them
while ******* themselves

ii
if i could hide in the valley between your milky ribs
i wouldn't mind the sand
or storms
of stranger's fingers
i swear

a coatroom*

there are hooks where your words go
they’re hung every two of four synapses
and when the coats are missing
they shift and snag
on nerves and loneliness

where are your kinder syllables
and why don’t they mind
a lacking or longing

what's the matter lady
moon is always waning
smile fragrant paining

grind those whitewashed tombstones
into a fine dust and blow it my eye
so i might cry
over you
and the distance
and have it be half hearted
but still textbook lacrimosa

if the sun should forget me
if the moon should forsake me

there will be no need to worry
now that you're here

you
poor
naive
thing

city buckles under smog
while rat friends feast
on it's underbelly