remember the nights
we jumped the fence and
lie on abandoned lands?
we talked of tomorrow
and sang of true love
like both were promised.

the bruises on my shins;
of the same violet shade
as the skies of said nights,
still prettily dwell
after all these years.

yes, the same way your whispers
are the ghosts under my bed,
how every inch of the boardwalk
still reeks of your scent,
i still see your face
whether it be laced in
sweet dreams or nightmares.

all i have left of you are
ugly and pretty **** sad,
but though i haven't seen you
in the longest time, i bet you are still
crazy beautiful.

so tell me, love.
did the summer fling
you chased like the last train home;
the fire in the iridescent eyes of
that midnight *****;
a future wife you tried to find
on the bottom of cheap ***** shots
or the ***** ground of alleys on
dark rainy days;
ever mend the bullet holes?

but worry not,
for even when i fade,
i am the star so near in
our constellation of two.
when you seek,
*i will find you.