You and I are parallel lines
always close but never touching
Theres nothing between us but the distance I created
Bruised skin and laughing through the tears
Late night videogames and cold numbing rain
Unsent messages of abhorrence
I thought about calling you on your birthday,
september arrived and it didn't feel right without you
but im thankful you're gone

Gently place your hands on my sides, feel each breath I take. Delicately pry apart my ribs. I won't reveal secrets on my own, but I'll answer truthfully to the questions you ask.
Tear me apart in the soft and winsome way you do most things. It doesn't hurt to explore.
You'll find things such as empty suburban roads and sidewalks in the night, kissed by raindrops illuminated by the streetlamps. And gentle sleepy kisses in the safe and quiet darkness of a bedroom at 4 am. Old love poems written on wrists and bandages placed over scraped hands and knees.
You'll find broken ****** bones and golden ichor dripping from cut lips and the remains of stars that still burn hot and glowing. You'll hear the softest saddest noises, quiet whimpers and shaky breaths caught between choked up sobs. I will cling to you as if you're the only thing that's keeping me alive (and I will push you away for the same reason).
You'll find a starry-eyed hopeless romantic, smudged makeup with glittery golden tear stains, bruises painting a body that was once an empty canvas, and the lovely sound of laughing through whatever pain may be felt.
You'll find me wanting to forget everything in existence except for how I feel in this moment and how you look at me as we cry

No place feels safe enough for you when searing incandescent flames reside in your own body.
It completely consumes you and the smoke fills your lungs and you suffocate.
Nobody will touch you, but they can tell there's something wrong. They know theres been something painful slowly burning you from the inside, and they know its safest for them to keep you at a distance.
You ache and burn and all you want is to be safe.
To be reduced to nothing but ash is all you can hope for.

I've realized escape is non-existent.
Even when I attempt to sleep it all away, the memories come back to me in my dreams.
In the dreams I always get so close to escape, and then its ripped away from me.
It always ends the same. It ends with myself curled up on the floor, hugging my knees to my chest, letting out ragged breaths between choked up sobs as I bleed.

At night I see the stars shine and I imagine the way they might burn my fingertips if I could touch them, its a strange homesick feeling.
I sit alone on my bedroom floor, mostly unclothed, letting the darkness envelop me as the cold air sends shivers down my spine.
Moments come and go so quickly, you never know how much meaning one holds until its gone and its become a hazy memory that you try to cling onto.
These are the hours I drown in longing for something I've never had, but its also when I drown in longing for something I once had in the past.
These are the hours for aching lovesick poets that romanticize their pain, trying to turn it into something beautiful.