Ink from my pen
Leaks from pages ago onto this one
And even as a joke I can't believe my lips
Touched yours tonight.

Also, my hair's been getting longer.
I know I can cut it off at any time
But I'm not ready to set the bottle down and part
With the person I was six months ago

But it's time. My skin is dry,
Those lips that touched yours are chapped, and
When I'm being honest with myself I know that if,
At the end of this persisting winter,
I have a single ******* atom left in my body
From the day I was born,
It'll only be explained by science I'm unfamiliar with and
Not metaphor.