Full moon
With extra stars in the sky
My world is falling down
So they don't seem so high
Smoke starts to levitate with an absence of air
With an absence of  "friends" in my time in despair

I’m sorry
I’m sorry he told u he deserves better
I'm sorry that was me
I’m sorry you have to watch us by his locker
That you have to remember all the times that was you
I’m sorry he never took you on a picnic
It sounds condescending but I really am
I’m sorry I'm being ****** and writing apologies and AGAIN making myself look like such a good guy
And by default making you the bad one
You’re not
I’m sorry he doesn’t text you good morning anymore
I’m sorry you have to pass him everyday in the hallways knowing he now sends it to me
I’m sorry he was the one for you
And you weren’t the one for him
Because before I met him I was in your position

You are my every waking thought
I swear time collapses when I think of you
Melting me down
Memorizing parts of me I forgot
All I want to do is be with you

I don't feel like myself
I know it sounds tragic
Do you remember when my words put a spell on you like magic?
And I'm sorry to say
In the beginning we used to argue everyday
We'd promise that we wouldn't
But we would argue anyway
Going on a lifetime
I'm still blessed to say
I made you mine that may <3

Bright blue skies
The clouds are the sun's pillow
I wish I could always wake up
To the sun shinning through my window
But there no stars to wish upon
I get up with a yawn
The trees look picture perfect
They might be drawn

I told you I haven't smoked in a while
But now I'm gone farther than a mile
Her is my answer when they ask me why i smile
Mrs. is her answer when they ask her what's your title
But whats gonna be your answer when I tell you that I love you
And I'm always gonna love you even from the sky above you

at a certain time and space,
the density of absence
threw me off my axis.
i felt like atlas,
bridging the gap between
theory and praxis, text and world.

© Matthew Harlovic

I'm so jealous of your eyelashes,
they get to kiss your cheeks approximately twenty thousand times a day.
Needless to say, I'm jealous of the breeze intertwining in your hair
and the pillow you hug every night.
Lucky your coffee mug,
which you kiss every morning and in the nights of induced insomnia.
I envy your books,
the ones you caress and read with infinite interest.
I wish I was motherland,
so you could love me up to my rivers, faults, caves, sunsets, trees...
You go through the day, unknowingly inspiring verses in other people, and I drown in the unknown.
I want to get to know you as much as the shyness keeps me from fearlessly speaking to you.