i tried to write about how
the flowers craved the warmth
from the sun,
but somehow i ended up
writing about
you

to me, the world doesn't
spin in your absence,
and when you leave
the sky becomes just a
little bit darker

your voice would, always,
be my favorite soundtrack
i hope you never fall,
you never feel pain

you are an addiction,
i'm afraid too much of you
would be an
unhealthy overdose

i hope you never think of me
as much as i think
about waking up
next to you at 3am

The little pieces
laughs, jokes, habits
are the things I'm
afraid will gnaw
at my cerebral cortex
and pull me in like a vortex
haunting my lucid dreams
about money infested, putrid schemes.
The little things
won't let me
leave
(mentally)

I needed your help.
I had come to depend upon you.

I am thinking about you,
but do you care?
...

i am broken glass shards
spread out across the
tiles on your
kitchen floor do not
step on me

i am empty plastic water bottles
crinkled up
with lost white twisting tops
do not step on me i am
cars speeding down your little neighborhood's one lane road i am
accidents on highways
slow down as you pass me

i am bug bites and zip ties
swollen joints and peach fuzz bruises - orange and green and purple, beautiful
but
soft and
i am cracks as deep as the lines on your face and on your soul
i am picky eaters and temper tantrums
don't stare
we are attracted to blue flames and the sounds of
keyboards clicking
in the dark

There are a precious few
Souls that shine
With hearts wide open and
Smiles inviting
A moment of peace
An unspoken agreement
To only love
To cause no harm
No expectations
No conditions
Hold on to them
And love them back