when i fall
while you were sleeping
there are walls of paper moons
buried between us where
i would write poetry
upon your headstone
haunted by statues
of graveyard angels
burning in starlight
but
before i could hold your hand
like the quiet whispering
of trees and their leaves
that linger upon my ears
hesitating on whether to echo
or stay just as a whisper
on a winter evening
i could only conjure us
dancing on parchment
with mere words
dangling
from our lips
and as i breathe,
you fade in
and out
like a phantom singing
the chorus of an
almost love song,
playing the piano
off-key
like the beating of my heart
where your name resides
i would fashion a funeral
for your silhouette
which i only see in dreams,
complete with flowers
and candles, a passion
of two lost souls, complete
strangers
but
almost lovers
and as i breathe,
you fade in
and out
in and out,
you fade into
a a ghost of a memory,
fleeting and intimate
but
the innocent touch
of a guilty kiss
plummets so much further
like a lie, hidden from view
at the back of my mind
and as i breathe,
you fade in
and out
temperamental
like the paper moon
buried between us
dying like a torn page
from your notebook
forgotten in a corner
like the dead roses
that wither
like the graveyard angels
drowning in starlight,
i am drunk knowing
you're only a dream
a delusion, a secret
i tell the shadows
while you were sleeping
it always rains on tuesdays
you grabbed a cigarette,
staring at the burning embers,
not sure if you'd ever quit
not even for her
you stomped on the last one,
picked up your guitar
and automatically played out
a song from your setlist
life is hard as you pour out
your heart in front of the crowd
not sure if she'd even listen
tickets and signatures
just for a couple of bucks
'kids to feed, bills to pay'
that had been your mantra
for a long time now
but there was a time
when it had been different
rewind the clock
rekindle the flame
'this is a song about the best day of my life'
you belted out the lyrics,
almost choking out the words--
throat constricting from too much emotion
it was never about the money
it was all about love
but guys made fun of her
considered her a slut
you thought differently
she's the one, you murmured
innocent brown eyes
someone who needed saving
someone who needed you
she wrote poetry
you memorized each word
one day, you passed out
hit rock bottom, drunk,
it was way better than waiting
her soul was pure
though her lips
told a different story
a different guy's kisses
marked a complex territory
and as you finished singing the song,
you envisioned her in your arms
you already bought a ring
and she was warm,
felt like a summer daydream
but it always rained on tuesdays
and the last time you saw her
she was already someone else's angel
undress my heart
i clumsily laid here beside
your vagabond ghost,
clearly visible in the
makeshift moonlight
illuminated by an
angel's halo at
nightfall as the
darkening clouds
rewrote vignettes
with the frostbitten words
your cold banshee lips
surrounded me in
my waking reverie
and as the east monsoon
howled your name
that tasted forbidden
inside my temptress mouth,
i couldn't see past
the katana skin
that you filled
within my veins
as you undressed
my heart,
slowly, hesitantly,
like it was a teenage
overmedicated romance
but we were too old for this.
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we once sat at the parking lot of a hospital,
praying for hearts not to flat-line.
there, you used to tell me stories about angels.
how, maybe, icarus didn't burn.
how jesus didn't die.
how your sister just lost her breath
and became one with the sea.
how her ashes shone brighter than the sun.
how babies were born from serenades.
your kiss felt like the sweet edge of winter
but you wore rain like a cologne
and as the dawn snuffed out
the stars like candles,
i watched you drive away.
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