You forgot your pictures On forgotten bed side tables In the back of my brains. I was supposed to sleep two hours ago, But I was busy tracing the tracks You’ve crossed with your fingers on my skin; And when I reach the end of the map I don’t find a treasure Instead I find your dead cells Lurking on my shoulders Like dust lurking on my book shelves, Like tanned blondes stretching on the sea shore, Like red and blue highlights that you’ve kept for so long. I found your sea shelled bracelets And 3 fingered rings exciting, I found the simplicity of you wearing no necklace soothing, But I knew that I was at the peak of a roller coaster ride- When everything slows down, When that loose feeling of safety Tingles up your spine And stays long enough To amplify the shock of falling suddenly. I picked up a flower shaped safety pin And as soon as I brought it close enough to smell Your grenades exploded in my face. Instead of shattering, I blew up into a thousand words That can make oceans of me , And instead of you swimming You learned how to drown; Avoid my words, Swim through the sharks and create jewels out of my sea shells Till I become just another Pendant from your arms, Or glitter on the corners of your backpack Where you hanged memories you force outside Because the demons inside are not on good terms, Because the demons inside of you are screeching But you don’t want the world to hear; Yet you left your pictures on my bed site tables, And you meant to keep a retraceable mark of you on my hands And you want me to come back, But your mines were too dangerous. Your mood swings Flew me over the bushes, Your cigarette smoke, filtered in my lungs Made it hard for me to breath out the words “I love you”, Your eyes are my only solace But sometimes, It takes less effort to exit home Than to stay in it.