the intimacy of picking up broken objects

warm mornings consume me like hellfire,

soft beads of sweat cling to me like drops of life.

i caress a dying dream with my bare hands,

let its shards pierce my fingertips and

feel the pain shoot swiftly up my throat.

the moon eases the ache sometimes,

the sun is ruthless.

i find you in the back of my eyelids when i

close my eyes,

i find you in the scent of the rain find you

in the colour pink.

i find you in long miserable evenings find you

in brief moments of bright love.

i find you on the brink of midnight find you

on the cusp of noon.

i find you in suffocating darkness find you

in the air that i breathe.

i find you in the slightest of joys.

i find you in the softest of sorrows.

i find you in everything i do.

i find myself when i find you.

how shameless it is to have you slice my heart open

and watch it bleed out every day,

how outrageous to enjoy it still.

i let the blood pool around the organ let it

stain my nails let it seep through my skin let it-

love gnaws at my insides like a vicious animal,

i would give it up for nothing.

the grief of your absence greets me like an old friend

and i embrace her like she never left.

the absence of your grief pulls my chest apart

and fills it with beauty.

love infests my wounds like a tapeworm,

i would give it up for nothing.

warm mornings make me sick,

sunlight makes my stomach churn.

i caress a dying dream with my bare hands,

let its shards pierce my fingertips and

feel the pain shoot swiftly up my throat.

love knifes it way straight through my flesh,

i regret nothing.

how desperate it is to have loved you for so long,

how terribly crushing to not have you still.