I saw stars
where there was only dust,
much the way high school hearts
confuse lust for love.

I felt forever
in the most fleeting of scenes.
I'll do it again.
Mistakes are built for repeat.

I heard you say, "Come closer dear"
as you were sprinting out the door,
clearly wanting less,
but all I can give is more.

I dreamt we were at peace
as shrapnel burst through the bed,
and I denied in my heart
what was clear to my head.

I hate hypocrisy.
I hate mine the most.
Sometimes I swear I feel your breath,
when I'm sleeping with your ghost.