there are nights when i’ll tire myself out chasing cars and city lights or writing about constellations i don’t even know, and there are nights like this, when i can’t help but steal our happy endings from the poems you haven’t read. there are nights like this, when your name dislodges me from the orbits i learned to tiptoe in just so i can forget what walking next to you feels like. there are nights like this, when i wish that our songs will wane with the moonlight.

there are nights like this, darling — when you’re asleep while i’m out here trying to unlearn the patterns of missing you — nights when i miss you even more than i want to.

there are nights like this, darling.

there are nights like tonight.

it’s all
t o
m u c h
the late night texts where
I can only imagine you
speaking these words
in
person

your
v o i c e
is extraordinary,
unexplainable

I DON’T
want to
feel
these emotions
it
hurts  
too
much

the
excitement
the joy
the p u r e
joy
it’s all too much
for me

-I must shut you out before it’s too late

cover your scars in paint,
there is art on your body,
recreating would be a hobby but we let it sink,
Pain is art in drastic form,
Rain on our parade,
We love a storm,
To stay inside so our love never mourns for one another,
I have discovered love for you deeper under cover,
But that’s no secret,
I smile when you vent about your day cause you’re in love and I peeped it,
I wrote poems of our loves true meaning in secret to keep this,
when I need reminders of how my heart sunk in oceans of your beauty and how far it’s deep in,
Sea level.

Staring into the darkness,
Mind is filled with unspoken words,
The coldness of my heart has gone to frozen,
I am not whom you thought you knew.