memories of you, of us
dance behind my broken face,
a cracked smile and swollen eyes
characterized by long and late and lonely nights.
youre making new memories now
with her, my antithesis,
the girl who sets you ablaze
and ashes her cigarettes on your bedroom floor.
you have her to keep you warm at night,
i sleep with my bedroom window open
and make myself sicker and sicker just to feel something
and i write until the friction of pen on paper is enough
to warm the tips of my fingers.