She reminds him of his favorite novel; the way
her spine cracks under his fingers
erratic in the notion of love
He swears he has never been so deeply in love
and that the way her eyes light up when she
smiles reminds him of the parts of himself he loves
No more does he avoid the mirrors in his house
ominous of the future she one day tells him
there won’t be one
There isn’t any air for him to breathe
he swears she was the last molecule of
oxygen to pass through his lungs he is
unsure of whether he can
go through a day without writing about her
his fingers bleed all the reasons
there isn’t anything to bring back his smile
Ostracized from her palms, he
forgets the way he laughter could melt his heart
He swallows liquor in an effort to remind himself he isn’t
insane but simply lost amongst a
multitude of fishes in a vast sea
So deep he could never reach the bottom
intricately designed so he is never able to reach the surface
neurotic in his decisions he
curses to the moon , wondering if he will
ever forget about the writing he scrawled onto her body with his finger tips.