He's absolutely insane
and that unhinged
ripple
laps onto me.
He's beautiful.
She's beautiful.
There's a gawky elegance.
Daniel is one big oxymoron
sometimes.
Danielle.
Or maybe just a frustrating moron
One who I quickly learned
I cannot breathe without.
Smoke and stolen booze
pours out of his mouth and eyes
and there this electric
snap.
He snaps into me.
Just right.
We're puzzle pieces.
His half got snatched away.
Stolen.
How is that fair?
I hold a silver band to my cheek
and I can almost hear him laugh
laugh very softly
and can almost feel
his missing touch
in my tangled hair.
Theif.
Master shoplifter.
He nicked my heart
from right under my nose.
I still wonder how I didn't notice the
gaping hole.
Maybe because it isn't ragged.
It's neatly filled in
with a perfect jaw line
and warm breath on my neck.
I am cold without him.