seen // unsent

it split my lip //                I will always be a little bit  in love with you… too

just a  little bit // more and we would witness the shadows of

some sort of situation alienated // a surplus fairytale of a couple of normative years

I can’t help but wonder // when you sealed this tomb of worship

crinkled sheets and burnt coffee and the lies // piles of I am still reading that 

what spells of mine // would you leave behind

in the wooden drawer // right next to

where you slept  // where I screamed

all those nights  // when the last small death drawn together // becomes an omen

   Let’s be strangers once again 

for there there is no rest for the wicked

women //those crazy bitches never sleep //

for a lot can happen in one night //and the light of the first cherry dawn

sailing on the horizon whispers  // of your days in the sun

I can steer this ship // I have seen rougher waters //and lived

 your light falling through my cracks // was  an ocean burning