How was it that your voice echoed inside my head, like an empty park, ugly duckling, rust on my chains and fungi at the bottom of the lake, you, arised like the mist that slowly clogs my window each morning I wake, broken cove, empty room, ***** feet, scratched disc and short hair, these days I spend with you, lights on my wall, accatone on my screen, ***** pastel on the floor, sticky skin, cigarette mouth, saliva. How was it that you made your home in my veins and hidden components in my body ones I only found because you came along, ****** poetry, empty shoes, tornado stomach, torn pants at the knee, Pablo Neruda, Oscar Wilde, ee Cummings and 40oz.  Please now, please,  I am at the mercy of you now, you know, look at me like you looked at them, press your lips against mine like he was watching, hold my hand until my nose bleeds, wrap your legs against mine until my eyes become numb,