[9: 15 p.m.]

for some reason, my ribs ache when i think of you

they feel incomplete like gaps in between teeth

empty spaces where a heart should keep pumping  

then i imagine you next to me and it skips a beat

or maybe two



[10:32 p.m.]

normally it's the chase that gets me most thrilled

i heard once that lions sometimes hunted for the hell of it

but i can't seem to find heaven tangled in these phone lines

it is better to back down before i get myself wounded

or even worse



[10:49 p.m.]

tear stains seem more permanent than ebony ink

so i wrote you a song on the tip of my eyelashes

but you couldn't remember how to read the music

a few violin strings and promises were broken

in the process



[11:56 p.m.]

they say drinking hot tea creates the same effect

as physical closeness, the touch of human warmth

i settled for coffee and the heat of a texas summer

but it wasn't the same feeling as when you held me

in my dream



[12:11 a.m.]

there are so many wasted nights in the wastebasket

of poetry written about love and loss and anger

and not enough about the indescribable feeling

of staying up at night just to hear your voice

for an hour



[12:47 a.m.]

there was a time when i got sick at the sound of laughter

sunshine gave me a never-ending, piercing migraine

i stared into the dark and screamed profanities into my pillow

because i wished i could be content alone and without you

for one second



[1:21 a.m.]

someone once told me i have the memory of an elephant

but i forgot to tell you that you give  me  the strangest euphoria  

like eating gas station sushi on long trips to my hometown

or wearing mismatched socks underneath my favorite shoes

and autumn nights



[2:13 a.m.]**

sometimes we focus too heavily on the tiny details

to realize that if we step back for a second, we will see

a beautiful masterpiece right in front of  us instead of

mistakes under the guise of "amateur brushstrokes"

and "just friends"



[3:30 a.m.]

there are times where i can't distinguish

between tachycardia and a broken heart

but i do know that i love you in some way

and if i never told you that before now

well I'm sorry