breathing comes easily after i've made you ***
with the fluid motions of my love-sick tongue.
i could write about how our voices say no but our bodies agree,
they fit together so perfectly.
so i'll keep thinking of arrangements of words
to describe your touch, or how bad longing for you hurts.

the only thing my mother ever taught me
was how to succeed at having failed relationships
and broken hearts.
-that at twenty one, it's okay
to make boys cry and to let them
make you cry.
but time doesn't heal wounds,
and some day soon i'll be twenty two.

"Best friends for life" You’d say. Assure and reassure. Left to fend for myself, where does that leave us now? Cold while you sleep. Porcelain. My best friend. Is it still a necessity to feel? I feel, I do. What about you? Dove deep into the unknown, years ago. The ultimate adventure. Don’t you miss what’s been left? "Best friends for life." Now far and gone behind. You exist in the wind, in the grass and trees, in the clouds in the sky. I can feel you. Can’t you feel me? Feel me. And don’t go too far without me, I’ll be joining you soon. Best friends for "life".