I remember how I once wrote
“We’re beautiful oblivion,” with my tongue
into your neck and around your lips
and in between your thighs, but I don’t think you noticed.
I remember how once our bodies were a wilderness
where the rivers ran for miles
and the skies burned in hues of silver
and the moon smiled wide all night.
I remember how we would laugh along
through sharpened teeth, glowing white–
and no matter how you said you miss me,
you never seemed to put it right.
I remember new photographs, flowered veins
and the way your skin held the scent of rain.
I remember willow trees, wedding plans
and forevers made of numbered days.
But one thing which has become quite clear to me; like a still day
after months of heavy rain– is that
we were never in love–
we were just very lonely.
I’m scared no one will love me.
I’m scared someone will love and then see me sad or angry or naked or tired and then stop.
i’m a nice person i just hate everyone