Soft grey and gold
Thin flits
Of sunlight beams
Through
Dusty
Off white blinds
Like
Honey
Down your cheeks
Your neck,

Suspending every single whole and half thing
On this earth
In between
All the air

Kisses
Why bother?
With "niceties"
(Tasted like me screaming anyway)

You
Only wanted
What you took
(My unmoving body somehow begging for it?)

As if
Between my legs
Was a place you owned
(It is not mine anymore)

In hazy
Alcoholic
(All my fault)
Swings
Of semi consciousness

I
Barely felt you
Until the next morning
(I always feel you now)



(Everywhere)

Not flowers but
All the
Cracks
At the very edge of petals
Where the watercolour bleeds away
And starts to rot
Sweetly
- That's what I am

Blank ceiling
Disillusion
Like
Empty dreams
Hanging in the place of clouds
Each wish
That has ever been begged for
In a hot sleepy mist
Against the cool navy panes
Nose pressed firm
Chin and eyes
Pointed up
Asking the
Stars
Like splinters of
Broken silver glass
With
No desire to reply

This is not
Something more
Not sadness
No tears that could
Fill up or flood
This is just
Empty
Lacking
Where nothing is
Colour
Just numb
And
Existence.

It's truly
a
chaotic
thing
to
suddenly
see

starlight,
heaven,
and
everything

in someone's eyes

Are your words
Floating
Up through your skin
Silky charcoal
Ink tattoos
Essays written across your palms
Are sentences snaked
Between
Your fingers
Each soft hot whisper
Wrapped
Round your neck