I draw.
I take photos.
I ramble.
I feel a bit in-lust.
Now lick me & purr.
The moon, the stars, the sun -
they all gather and witness,
as an open wound spits empty prayers
to a god that does not seem to listen.
Words thrown to the wind
am I not healed?
am I not stronger?
am I not alive?
There is a senseless
yet familiar beating;
in this paper cage
where an organ used to be.
Piece by piece
these blue-green blocks
are falling apart
& lasting memories, lost.
I hide behind these words
I envelope my heart over my arms
I scream into an infinite hole
I shiver at your ghost.
You were the moon;
this was the night we kissed
this was the night we loved
this was the night I fell apart
I was the sun;
this was the day I walked away
this was the day I missed you
this was the day we ceased to exist.
We were the stars;
no one owns us
no one knows us
no one will cry for us.