You are the lit cigarette

in the dark world that is my room.

Staining everything in yellow with light and smoke.

I know

you will be my doom.

But as you grow brighter

with every grating drag,

my lungs they fill with you.

–

Thinking of you

thinking of me.

That’s my favorite

fantasy.

–

You’re the wound I keep pressing.

Just checking.

Yes,

it

still

hurts.

–

Let me be a coffee stain

on the journal of your life.

Cover me in ink and clippings,

and happier lines each night.

For every page you turn,

I will fade away.

Though I hope,

on those nostalgic times,

flipping back,

you pause.

On more than just ruined pages,

But a reminder of what was lost.

–

If this be not love,

then let love not be,

–

No one knows

how sad the sound

or

how low the note.

Of goodbye.

–

You can be

my green scarf.

And I can be

something you’ll never wish to pull.

–

Sometimes I have such ambitions dreams.

That I am hugged or held.

Or even kissed upon the cheek.

–

Such dreams are self inflicted.

–

God made hearts of glass.

Let love come hot again

and fuze these cracks.

–

Damn all my stars but one.

However faint, or distant.

For I would take an unspeckled sky.

If I knew,

that only light,

was you.

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