it was fleeting
it meant nothing, really
but it warms me inside
to know
we share something
that i will never let go

(i hope you won't, either)

I was born scared & confused
We are the same
You were born kicking & screaming
We are the same
Since day one you've been a reckless fighter
I swear some days your blood is so hot,
it could burn through your skin
I've always been a nervous wreck
I swear some days my eyes are so lost,
they could fall out of my head
But Dear,
we still held onto each other for dear life
You pulled me carelessly into your veins
until I melted with your blood
I tip toed you softly down my spine
until you grew over my bones
We spent years staying up all night
Shivering into a downward spiral
You painted your frustration under my eyelids
I painted my fear on the backs of your hands
You always knew the pain from me
Plus the pain from you
would just be too excruciating in the end
But I begged,
"I'd rather hit rock bottom in your arms,
then soar on lonesome clouds,
always looking longingly down"
Well you just shook your head
And quickly said,
"Our Hell is the love
that we feel,
but cannot keep"
Looks like you were right
But ****, I'm missing you again tonight

One!
This kid was an airhead. Curly brown hair & piercing blue eyes. Big, toned arms. Bulky thighs. He was clumsy falling all over me. I could feel his saliva collecting into a pool on my tongue & eventually draining down my throat. Dime sized bruises coated his knuckles. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... he barely remembers me now.

Two!
His hair was screaming for us to look from across the room when we first saw him. Deep blue & shoe polish black hues stemming from his scalp. But his voice shook on its way out and then trailed away before it hit our ears. When his shirt came up over his head he was nervous. And when it hit the floor, he was scared.  A single file line of seven deep red gashes on his shoulder. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... he barely remembers me now.

Three!
He was always laughing. He found comedy in tragedy and humor in hatred. His Mohawk, awkwardly tall. A pretty face underneath it all. Tired eyes when the smile fell & sadness behind the veil. Red and white blisters all over the tips of his fingers. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... he barely remembers me now.

Four!
He was too old for me. Bored lips, creamy skin. Cold and drunk when I walked in. Well-read and unknown. He slipped under my sheets and wrapped his arms over my ribs. Two black & blue eyes staring into mine. He put them there. I kissed each one. But that was years ago... He barely remembers me now.

Five!
Vacant eyes. ***** hair. Strong arms. All dope-sick and wired. I heard him sigh into my neck like he was starting to think. Holes in his veins from the insides of his elbows, on down to his wrists. He put them there.  I kissed each one. But that was years ago... He barely remembers me now.

Six!
Violent green eyes. Bloodshot, attentive and forgiving. He lifted me onto the sink. I've been here before. Between his warm arms and versed hands, the world was shutting out in the background. I had scars all over me. From my whining eyes to my breaking toes. I put them there. He kissed each one. He slipped inside, quietly. His lips begging me. He held his confusion at bay. He never let it show its face. But I crept into the rooms he shut doors in front of & found all of his loathing there. That was years ago & I wish I could forget him now.