You are just like
the first drag of smoke.

As soon as I let you in,
I choke
and want you out.

"I'll take that," I said.

"No, it's fragile," she said.

"Ah, your heart!" I quipped.

More than love,
sometimes it is
the fear of being alone.
Because loneliness
creates a haunting echo
of our silence.

Isn't that why
we seek broken things,
and broken men?

So that we
fix instead of break
at least for once.

So that we
leave our signatures
in the loosely filled
cracks and scars.

So that they
cannot recall life
but after we set
their hearts beating again.

So that every time
they take their clothes off,
they can see us
sewed to their skin.

And be proud
to call it ours.

Life is meant to
go on

because

nothing lasts forever.

Life is meant to have
ups and downs

because

flatlines mean death.

I hope you
never find
someone
like me

Because then
you will find
another person you
can call
Perfect.

I tried to
make a playlist
of all the songs
that reminded
me of you
for the sole
purpose of burning
them entirely
and listening to
the rest in peace,
but I realized
every single one
was laced with
your name
so I ended up
burning everything
to the ground
and it still
wasn't enough
to get you out
of my head.

Lead with your bottom teeth
when you come to get me
If I see the fangs above baring
Baring down from above me
I'll push away

A month ago it was simple
Shopping trips in arm and arm
Bites to eat at the boardwalk, baby
Inviting each other inside at the end of the night during our 'hard-to-parts'
Maybe I should have left you
Maybe I should have left you
I know I should never have invited you in

Now my energy is draining from me
Being pulled by you (and here you told me to trust you)
All of my blood and my aura's bleeding
Being bled by you

And here you told me to trust you
when even your breathing has been untrue

Lead with your bottom teeth
when you come to get me
If I see the fangs above baring
Baring down from above me
I'll push away