storms
scratching away
the remnants of
the dried up salty tracks
of late night tears
clouds were too sad
to see the sun smile
the next day
2:45 am texts
him: we can get away, you know
me: where?
him: to the place that’s so close yet so far
me: roof. now?
him: i’m already there.
why : the boy with trenches
ii.
i caught his blue teardrops
& said, “don’t fall”
but teardrops were meant to fall
like the leaves leave the trees’ arms
when it’s October and it’s fall
i forgot to sing lullabies and in the end
i died with you slipping away from my arms.
stained
i.
his blue jeans bled into
my skin while his jacket’s rain smell
never left my hair and i kept listening
to his blue eyes blink;
i was slowly drowning in his blues.
love&things
there are rose petals
where the thorns used to be;
bandage the wounds like your voice
coated with dripping thick medicine
& let it race through my veins
live in me.
that’s it
i’m not someone’s somebody because in the end it means that you’re just somebody. i want to be his me. i want to be me to him, and no one else.
