I have spent nights drowning in liquor and the language between us that we never learned to speak out loud I have underlined the catch phrases The clues, the insiders, the unspoken declarations I have swallowed syllables, swallowed shots Injected my body with the way you sound on the phone when you're tired I leave my phone downstairs so I can't call you in my sleep At night, intoxicated and stubbornly confused I am a little less broken Numb to the humility of unrequited love Shake hands with cupid in back seats And talk with him about his aim When it is dark out, somehow I can still breathe The constellations hanging heavy over my head offer enough comfort to keep my eyes dry But I always love you in the morning More than the morning before Somehow in my brief unconsciousness, you are still alive I often wake up in a pool of ***** I am so tired of this endless spiral to no where I am tired of spilling your name out all over my mattress in a drunken sickness in the middle of the night Early hours of the morning, before dawn I recognize my reflection by name but not by spirit And maybe love is only easy before the sun comes up because it is so easy to find yourself When you are dazed and drowsy Worn and wavered Your senses take flight in essence of the indispensable atmosphere gripping the tips of your fingers Let the smoke rise, ashes fall Let the clouds dance over the moon And when the sun comes up Dawn creeps in, shadows step out of hiding I sit up, not quite sober, in recovery of trying to remember how to forget your name I sit up, giving myself enough time to adjust my eyes And in just the right lighting I can see the your tall figure standing in my room looking at pictures I've hung on the wall The paintings, the posters, the letters I look at my hands Shaking, cold, fatigued Fix my gaze on my veins This is my skin, not yours, and yet you are still under it I am unconditionally and eternally entranced by your haunting presence You are a ghost in the night that watches me sleep But you are only a figure of dust in the morning Leaving again