don’t worry about me, he’s not to be expected
it’s not that hard to remember.
a blank boy can still be read.
it’s harder to give up the ephemeral euphoria that sparkled in my eyes
and reflected in yours.
the warm sunlight burst through in quick breaths
and suddenly everything was okay.
i laugh as i willingly lock hands with the aubade.
a charming blatherskite that sugar-coated the indiscreet cracks.
tin boy, bitter boy
i never thought you could come so close.
i was right.
you only allowed a brief glimpse and it made the
lump in my throat swell up every time.
why did i cry so relentlessly even though i knew
you firmly saw me as just a hallucination.
you always called me eszopiclone
but that wasn’t my f***ing name.
i don’t think i’ll ask you to stay but i can’t control
the delirious nights that drown the room.