HE CRAWLED

across the floor to me
through his own cigarette
ashes and bare knees
slightly sticking to
profess love and
adoration He said
I will paint the
poetry of your words
under bridges and
on cafe walls I will
scream your name
to the midnight stars
I will breath only what
you exhale and live
as if your shadow
were a doorway
to eternity

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BYEGONE

Below the blast
of sunshine lays
the last time that
you mattered
and darkness
will even hide
that soon

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BLISTERS

My right ankle
is sun burnt
and it stings
while I am in
the shower
much like
the memories
all over my
body that now
burn from the
touch of you