Towers

I’ve watched the skyline

for weeks now

Hoping to see your face

in the lights

just like I did when

your car pulled in or

when the sun

rose over us

Memories pull me down,

directing me

to the busy street

just like gravity,

Reminding me of our

recklessness and

our inability to grasp

the concept of danger.

Thanks to the combating couple

sitting near me,

I replay that moment,

over and over,

when Our veins gushed nerves,

pure adrenaline,

causing Spitting words

from both of us

that left me with this numbness,

you with a God complex.

I don’t know how long

we would’ve lasted, but

these tiny artifacts

that find their way to me,

Bring towering nostalgia

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Lungs

Screams resonate from my bones,

Cuts paper thin,

Elephantine thoughts

put into my head,

Slip clumsily into my ear

each night,

I am too unfixable.

Headlights from your car

blur my vision more

than the tears,

More than the waste

that glorifies your soul,

Burnt candles,

smoke filling the room,

The shallow breathes hurt worse

than your words,

I wait –

From the smooth wrist slamming the car shut,

to your steps,

up the sidewalk,

pacing closer to trembling my earth

These welcoming lungs,

full of fumes

turn to opening doors

for help,

as they shine the brightest lights

we never could have created,

and inhale life.