You were scared of a movie one night
Your mother sat on your bed
Reading aloud from a book of magic.

Now
You sleep with the magic under your pillow.

You went away to be better
Left the magic in your bones
Now your mother reads aloud
From her mind
Through a cell phone.

Somebody
Touched you
Where you did not want to be touched.
Where is the book?
Now you are living with a scary movie.

Now you are living with your skin
Your tears
Your soul
You are living with you.

Did you mean for that to happen?
Did you mean for my heart to shatter?
Did you mean for me to cry so hard I thought I was dehydrated?
Did you mean for me to lie awake at night and question the memories?
Did you mean for me to go over our last conversation over and over?
Did you mean to take a part of me when you left?

Did you mean it?

Every day I sit here
Picking apart the weeds of my being
Wondering when I will begin
To see them as flowers.

I like scary movies
But I hate being scared
And I guess that's how
I feel
About
You

But even as the stars
Are reflected in your eyes now
I look at them and I wonder
How something so beautiful
Can make me so sad.

Put a flower between my lips
And light it like a cigarette
So that I may still be beautiful
As the life burns out of me.

You said,
That I could bother you
At 2 am
When the horrible feelings come back.
But now it's 2:07
And you're not picking up your
Phone.