we slept to drugs and loud music
hopping in cars, drinking beers, cutting our hair
with stick and poke tattoos that faded and
lips that's touched each other's and the taste
of salt from tears and she's a sunset,
she's the greeting to the moon coming home
she's the safety and comfort of a lover and
the anger and hope of a parent

we fell to soft, kind boys at the same time
with bandaged hearts and arms holding to
each other for strength and love
with big ideas and dreams and
stars in our eyes to match and
i am the sunrise, the kiss goodbye when
he leaves for work or school or for
another woman and i am the joy of a
child for exciting news and warmth of a
mother for devastation and we're full of
so much love.

she the waxing moon and i, waning
and we compliment each other to make
one big light that floods the ground with
sparkles in our energy

Every day, I take good care to scrub you off of my body.
Every day, I forget that scars don’t wash off.
The day after it happened, I remember my tears falling along with beads of water down my face
And I hope you felt it.
I hope you felt the gut wrenching pain
And the black hole in my chest, ******* me into myself to deal with the loss
And the unbearable denial that you were really gone.
I can’t even look at your sister’s face without seeing yours
And I’m moments away from a break down whenever she walks by me.
Does she understand why?
Did you tell her what happened and why someone I considered my friend has become an outcast in my life?
Please, dear, tell her how your words flowed gracefully from your mouth as they ravaged me and ripped me to shreds.
Your words have left scars on my skin.
Every day I try to wash them off.
Every day I remember that they won’t.