I want every poem to be about you.
Love, hate, lust and in between.
I want every picture burnt, I want your heart
Torn out, I want to say goodnight
To bones and kiss your skull.

Every poem is about you.
Love, hate, lust and pain.

And I cannot express a thing, it eats me up
Beyond belief.
To love you is a sacrifice I make, because
I **** myself in the process, and when my organs spill out,
My heart drops first and breathes
Your name,
Over and over and over and over and over

It’s a deep cut
Growing into these bones
I resented before

Where I am
God is not
Deadbeat killer
Overdosed alone

Light at the end of the tunnel
Is overwhelmingly bright
Blinded on my way in
Lack of navigation

Heart is beating but
It was meant to stop

God, let me wake up
With her fingers in my hair,
Her breath dancing on my skin,
Her eyes flickering like sunbeams,
Burning through my skull.

God, let me wake up
With her presence lingering,
Her voice tying knots through mine,
Our skin flush to one another,
Melting together and welding our souls.

God, let me wake up
With the scent of her perfume,
Her rings on my nightstand,
Blonde strands on each pillow,
Like threads keeping us bound.

God, let me wake up with her heart,
And lay me to rest with her soul.