You are going around in circles again.
Falling into memories which look like spheres
and I am drowning in pink cheeks.

I am sorry for all the pain I have caused you
over the years.
And I wish I could accept your
apology.

You are an empty vessel not wanting
to be filled
with eyes so widely brimmed.

When you are alone,
you are wholeheartedly alone.
When your demons attack they
rip up
the ground and
tear open
the sky.

I can't save you anymore
I can't let go.

I am sorry for not loving you
the way we promised,
for neglecting your self worth.
For laughing off your
insecurities,
like they were a summer play
in June.

You are everything to me.
Everything I need to carry on.

I am watching the last tear
drip
from your pink cheek and
I would give anything to see
a rivers worth more.

I can see the last twinkle
in your eye.
I wish I could dream up
galaxies to make it stay
forever.

I can sense your last mumble.
I can feel you on me, in me.
I am on my knees
begging you to say more,
or less
but nothing remotely close
to this.

I want so badly to eat you whole,
to give you the
second
fourth
hundredth chance you need.

I wish I could spill liters
more of black coffee.
Break a thousand more plates
just to hear you scream.

I am so sorry and I love you.
I will always love you.
You are so beautiful.
and I know it is a cliche
but please,
please, let me take you home now?

We can be safe.
I can be you
and,
you can be me.