When you are sick
Helpless
Stuck on bed rest
That blue is what keeps you alive
That liquid blue
The blue that eases all the pain
The blue that goes down so soothingly
Liquid blue
Blue like the ocean you'll never swim in
Blue like the sky you'll never touch
Blue like the tears that roll
If you don't have it

a cross between the sky, the ocean,
and blood; like that of a tiger, they
run the form of moral existence and the being of lifting corners on pink
and pale flesh, wanting to sink in like the visible pores

holding your breath
while driving past cemeteries
because if they can't breathe,
why should we?
what makes us better than them?
just because we have air in our lungs we are alive
except the dead could be more living than any one person with air in their lungs
2:45pm 8/17/14

you turn me to ocean
bringing salt to my irises
compliments of violets
forever sunset gazing
but never sunrise

now the stars
(on my ceiling)
have no meaning
and i want them to fade
into the night sky,
the pavement,
the drywall.

the stars will come falling out of the sky and they will fall right through the holes in the bench.

i can't look up, day or night, without thinking of you.
when it's day and the stars are not visible, it reminds me of you because you are not with me.
when it's night and the stars are out, it reminds me that you are no longer there.

i'm going to end all my poems
about you
like how you ended your relationship
with me
how you ripped my heart
out of my ******* chest
abruptly and with no explanation