And if it's one thing
That God spared us some mercy on,
Was the silent prayers 
Of both yours and mine,
To have a little extra time
On our hands,
Before i leave like 
Smoke between your palms,
I've hated airports
Ever since I knew
I had to leave 

Born with her head 
In between her
Thighs, 


She never
Slept with a cross
Every night


Never prayed 
To get her
out of this grime, 


Her skin the color
Of the sky, But 
Never Asked 
God why


He never looked
Her in the eyes, 


Always settled
For a lower class
Of Flies, 


Got her lies 
Ready for the prize;



Strode the streets
Carrying a scythe; 
Never felt safe
In her own mind,


Never felt her peace
Aligned, Always suffered 
quietly and blind,



Woke up covered
In her own vines, 
Wondered why she
Never shines,



But never asked God
Why He never
Looked her in
The eyes

For the sun trips over my windowsill
Every night, together with my dying grief 
In the form of a sunset, 
I paint your face golden with every brush
Of my fingertips, in hopes I can make
Some part of you glimmer in the night
So I may find you with 
All the lights off 
Like I used to 
A long time ago 

The way the waves crashed
Onto your car that night we met,
Reminds me of what I would
Like to do to you
When no one is watching 

The way you light your cigarette
Should be a crime
And I am guilty of staring too much
And not saying much
But if there was something to tell


 I wish i could have ate the filter 
So at least I'd take a part of you home 
With me

Do you remember how 
We made love like turning 
Off a faucet, not knowing it 
Was broken until 
My whole house had flooded 
With the tears I let drip
Down my sink on nights
Where I wished I felt 
More real, and I wished
You felt 
More here



Do you remember how 
I used to sing your name
Like sirens roaring from
The back of my throat?
How i swallowed that song
Like a crime scene in the night
Still left unsolved for
No one knew who
Had hurt who
And who drew
The knife first but
You've always known I
Was a sorry space of
A poet;


Had bullet pens for fingers
That I used to sharpen every night
Against my tongue;
Effortlessly glided ink in odes 
To a body I used to know, A body I 
Used to hold, onto that empty canvas 
Of a graveyard I'd call home,
Where I buried all the parts
Of me I wished to kill,
Only to see them flourish
Into fruitful gardens around
Your throat; but now

hear me out, my wildflower,

Before you stray too far from me,


Remember how I swore 
You felt like December
Decided not to be
So cold, 
For fragile bones 
Do not survive the winter,


Warm against my skin, you were 
But not burning,


You would come 
To understand this
A little bit
Too late 

Make love to me in a different body, 
Let's both pretend we don't own a heart
And make me remember why i feel so sad
Every time that I wake up,

I don't want to exist only when you look at me
I hate to admit that I miss you even when I blink,


Please don't let me sleep, I am tired of my dreams
Where I play on repeat the last day of you and me


I would have loved for you to love me,
 the sirens in the sewers
Sing to me until i weep, 
Reminiscing of stories where I didn't chew
My fingernails so much 
Until I slowly chewed 
Myself out of the picture, 


Finger by finger, October to August, The yesterday still haunts me


I carry a box of matchsticks to burn away  
The thought of my name sounding like broken glass 
Crashing on the floor, Your name sounding like 
The person who must have caused it


I get used to drifting away with the sound
of my loss in the background, 
Starting to mimic the rhythm of my own heartbeat;
I sleep with one eye open 
Since you've been away


I still remember your dimly lit face 
That night we parted,
Illuminated by the light escaping from my mouth
I tried to shut up in case you thought I was the sun,
I cannot make myself seem like something I am not



I never should have broken my celibacy for a ghost story, 
You were born to almost touch, but never quite feel
falling right through my bitten fingernails,
I always wondered if maybe my hands
Were the problem all along



I hate to admit that i miss you even when i blink,
But i blink too fast when i'm afraid sometimes 

I knew about her
In the past, I'm not
So sure I know
About her now
But I wonder if we'll 
Ever hear her
Sing again,