your lips are bleeding
somehow the attraction persists
a dream awoken and the realization only
makes the sunrise that much louder
exhausted like a different direction
and the destruction was intentional
starting the next part
one round in the chamber
coming and relapsing into it all
like a year ago
nothing is a song
i am pretending to walk in circles
not taking to you
calling out
no echo
it's all fabrication
the lost distance in your eyes
this is all textbook insecurity
a shared life experience
it's still hard to hear your shadow
it's  unsupportive and I'll remember the final seconds
and meaning is not important

A certain calmness
in the atmosphere
like a grasp of air
before a first kiss

A sensual sway
to the trees
as the leaves
unravel themselves

A kind of intimacy
as the streets
empty themselves
to give us privacy

A sort of solace
that does not compare
to the sight
of you setting

For when it is time
for you to go
everyone sees
and greets you goodbye

But as you wake
in the morning
you rise
just for me

Those who mourn will ask the heavens why?
Lovers watch the sunrise when dreams have gone awry
Old men scratch their beards and think of days gone by
All beneath a single waking sky

a new day has dawned
as we are kissed by the sun
night is forgotten.

here's to the cruelty of the sunrise to watch on, as you break my heart.

the thing with betrayal is that it comes from the softest, safest places — like dark brown eyes and a smile that reminds you of quiet, content mornings. like candle wax kisses — slowly dripping on the sun lines of your palms. like warm rooms and august rainfalls. like sunrises, gently creeping about. so here's to their cruelty to watch on, as you break my heart. now, the daylight's apology means nothing after it has cut my chest open to take a look at all this ache — something to remember you by.

maybe the only thing to remember you by.

and no, i never wanted to write poems about you breaking my heart, so instead, i'll ask: how many more daylights do i have to curse to still the aching in my chest? how many more daylights do i have to make a mess of, just so i'm not one? how many more daylights shall i waste hurting?

how many more pretty daylights are there to break? how many more days?