ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive
In another world, your mouth would have been on mine
by now. So much rain is in our bodies, so many exhalations
poured from one chest into another;
when we kissed our tongues became knives.
I used to find your hair stuck in the shower drain,
ten ringlets wet and dark.
I tell my friends about…