and in your darkness i found my old night light

i've measured
the highway to your heart
in the tears from my arms
and the calluses on my feet

Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.

We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.

Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.

These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.

My lungs went empty
talking you down.

I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.

And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.

Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.

our kind of love story was
dysfunctional
physical
we pretended it was theatrical
but it certainly had the deception
that shakespeare constantly feared

on the surface of my skin
i'd love to see bones
but they weigh me in boulders
not in stones
(n.n.)

i sleep with a bomb under my bed

cut the blue wire
cut the red

(tick tock)

i can't live with this bomb anymore

i'm so hurt
i'm so sore


i cut my red veins
i cut the blue


it was going to end like this

i always knew

and so i'll drown myself in words so shallow
to find my bones cracking the ground
because either way
it feels the same
i can't drown in you
(n.n.)