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