#daytimedepression

You made me feel in a way

Something I didn’t realize till the next day

And long after your car drove away

Your scent lingers in my hair

God, I wish you were here

Titans Looking Down

on the damned and the dead

Figuring they still got a say

In our pointless lives

What more can I take?

Echos in my thoughts

Life always responds

When I Loved You Between the Pages 

When I first walked into your room I realized I wanted to adorn your bed the way

Books so dedicatedly decorated the shelves that lined your room

I wanted to be the book you read before shutting your eyes

The one you hesitate to put down

The one you can only let go of until after your eyes adjust to the dark

And you can read just a few more words

I want you to place me on your bedside table underneath a glass of water 1/4th of the way full

As if you believe the meager weight of the glass could hold back the entire world beneath my cover

As if you’re scared I’ll open my pages and fly away before you wake

i want to be the story you find tangled in your sheets the next morning

Lazy weekend smiles are shared as I wake up

And as you reminisce about last night with a tender warmness that makes it feel like you’ve known me for years

“Why must connection be so fleeting?” Your eyes seem to scream at me in the moments we are most connected

But your story, my love, I want to read again,

And again, and again

And again

you smoked up all my ciggs

and left me in the throes of withdrawal 

alone to deal with the aftermath of our combined explosion

i wash in a shower that doesn’t make me feel any cleaner or new

and this harsh soap isn't harsh enough to scrub away your hold on me