we used to laugh at how
your hair would get in the way
when we were kissing but now
I'm tearing my bed apart
frantic
to find just one strand
to remind me you were real

I'm sitting here
falling for you and
you're there
falling into his bed
his arms

I try to write poems in my head
with your lips against mine but
you take the words from my mouth and
make me forget how
to speak in a language that
those who haven't been in love
can understand

I want to crack you open like
The pages of a book
I always wanted to read but
Could never get my hands on
Write my own words in the margins
Not with a pen but
With my fingertips
Take notes on my favorite passages
Not on paper but
On your lips
Memorize my favorite lines like
A prayer I never knew I needed
And then reread each chapter
Page by page so that
I'm sure to not miss a
Single word or phrase

did his lips taste different
last night than they did in january?
did the flavor I left on your lips
three hours before mix well
with the bitterness of his tongue in your mouth?
are his hands stronger than mine baby?
did they hold you better than mine could?

it's cold in my room, a quarter till 2am
your fingers draw circles
on my bare back
tracing, retracing
leaving the truest shade of blue
on every inch of the skin
I so hesitantly show.  
it hits 2am but you would never know
you're too busy
taking my breath away
making me forget there was
ever air in my lungs
to begin with

you've got my heart
turned inside out
just like your sweater
on the floor in the corner
of my bedroom