I hope our love will be like a photograph.
with still smiles and memories that last forever.
this way our love will not end, but be frozen in time

I still care.
I’m still sad.
I still miss you.
But
you’ve moved on
and no matter
how much poetry
I write about you,
It is unable
to fill the hole
in my heart
that aches

just

for

you.

That it was only me & you,
alone in a room.
Smoking a joint of your best ****
& I hesitated
because I couldn't match.

& you said something smooth
to make me giggle,
then you kissed me.
it was electric.
But, I stopped you,
& said "I hope you know
I'm not doing this because I owe you,
but  because I like you."

& you just smile & laughed an,
"Of course!"
Giggling,
you kiss me.
You kiss me again & again
& again.

my chest
as I come down from the vivid high
and sink back into my concrete shoes
and forget the hunger I had for
life
and anything
even food, but now
I feel the pain
return
as I recall
getting into the car
the was no space, so she let me sit
on her lap
and she doesn't let anyone hug or
touch her
I invaded her space, for a time
then she was silently
alright with me.
But she mentioned I gained weight
and how much her legs hurt
15 pounds
i wanted to cry out
i never feel this way
but the drugs have worn off
my pains have returned
my aches, my deep wounds
emotion and memories
and the little ***** who lives in my left breast and steals my energy and
                                                        sanit­y
either way
that's all i remember
and I'm never going to eat again