May 9

Wrote this this morning when I couldn't sleep

I listened as your tear ducts 

strangled your serenity

I can't sleep tonight

I've been laying beneath my blanket 

Waiting for the darkness to swallow me

whole into a freedom of fresh air and

clarity.

To dream 

blue skies where fingers intertwine so tight

just to be ripped apart by a home I call

reality of knowing. And not

knowing where our lips lost touch of each other to fall in love with 

distance 

to only meet again when you need another
Lover 

to not love

But to use to punish your other.

I've watched your eyes tell stories, paint a life-

time of a future for me. 

We'd pick apart and put together each crease of our body

pounding pumps of melodies on repeat

We stopped singing to each other.

I could never fully capture your craft in one snapshot;

I was always enough for you, conversations and laying beside each other

was all you needed to inject the cliche cliche truth

i told you i never used before

my veins on fire sparking as your words needled every pore to

come to life again

You were never enough for me

You were never enough for me until you had enough of me. 

They ask how do lovers become strangers beneath the same skyline of liftimes that have

witnessed your love before /

I don't know

I settle with that answer in the rain (literally-

we have loved, really loved not loving each other now)

This is no metaphor: Through the same eyes you've gazed ino

watches intertwined lovers hands

beneath the same raindrops I feel, umbrella held by her

lover she has cheated on (3 times you told me, for that is why you

kissed me) This is no metaphor watching what happens when

becoming comes to be undone. 

I will never understand the science between stranger interaction

that becomes elements of each others life lines: strangers: to lovers:

unbecome:

hearts that never were quite right for each other.