I'm so lit
you get a fake tan
             of my words.

                          But there so fake  
that it washes of quickly...

I am the fire that resides, the flame that burns into the deep. the spark that ignite unto that of what will not keep lit

gathering lime
watermelon lit clouds fall
in neon rain

Somewhere in these long, midnight drives, somewhere in these litters of I love you's I never said, in the creases of my month-old sheets and in the calls I never made, somewhere between the daybreak and quiet Sunday mornings, between the lamp posts in the streets, between tonight and the first night I knew you, between the sound of hello's, and the sound of things ending for good — somewhere out there, darling, is a place where we've never fallen out love.