I've lost weight.
I plot the next tattoo to ink my lungs
My ribs, beneath my perky *******
You would think I would have written a million
Poems, to cope with yesterday
But I don't really know what to say.

There. In your Peter Pan Syndrome filled world
Ninja turtle clad never ending story
The Lost Boys reside filling their cups with whiskey
Your body on mine felt so small
So childlike, as you repeat and create phrases
I saw you for the first time
For who and what you really are.

"I will always want you. I will always love you. And I'm always going to be in love with you."
Its so painful to hear you say
As I wept into your arms
**** it all out,
A girlfriend of mine wisely spoke
Of the past and I knew our bodies had to sign a treaty.

A treaty of peace and knowledge
As a knock on the door warns against toxicity
Pollution.
I love who you are
But you are not meant for me.

Dress in white tonight
My eyes and face so weary yesterday
You kissed me and kissed me
As if I would disappear in your fingertips
Because I do and I will.

But lets stay strong
Lets stand next to each other
As I recycle and replay
Your words
Secret recording device
But I don't let it haunt me
I free myself, cooking
With no music
Spicy and ripe just for The Lost Boys
And I'm ******* Captain Hook.

They all wanna utter a word, make a comment
But you and I
We know whats what.

"I was in it to win it. You destroyed my heart. You made me believe I wasn't enough."
We paint portraits of our pain
Saying and whimpering your name
I keep myself in check
With how much I love myself
Without your invisible leash and puppet strings
And if dance took you away
I would kiss and dance with you
And wave a peaceful and heartfelt
Goodbye.

But lets arm and arm
Mend the wounds
Turkey bathes in hot water
We must all be so thankful
All be thankful
You taught me a lot
You loved me so well
So well.
But this Peter Pan land
I can no longer reside--
But only visit.