I don't need the phases of the moon,
I need your pupils waxing pools of ink for me.
You're always robbing me to write out runes of victory.
I'm drunk on drained out oceans, swallowing the darkness in your room.
I don't want the wrinkled sheets alight with morning soon.
I want our shadows to hover mouth to mouth and scream
Into the pillow when your scalding shower drains away my dream.
We're not well when we're together. Every living thing can tell
I'm dying for you.
My lungs collapse around collected artifacts
When the black hole you were born in pulls you back.
Earthly bodies fail you, nights exposed are getting old
And the space you need between us now is freezing cold.
I burn away the bitter ways you lace the lustful through my frame.
You're gone, you're really gone, oh god you're fucking with me now.
I flee the museum amber stillness, dancing beams of dust around
I want you and I'm wounded in your way,
Weak in the headlights of your name
Carve the starlight from my cradled ribs, collect it all.
Dissolve it in your fist. You have your reasons not to call.
My despair will only sparkle at the bottom of your mind
And break the surface when your hands get restless for my heat sometime.

I look for our initials fading fast in every foggy mirror.
I worry with receipts for things you'd wear next time you're here.
I leave a trail of scratches you can follow up my spine.
I check your horoscope before mine.