teeth.

the sun hasn't risen since you've been gone . instead the (morning) sky is screaming raw umber, its throat sore with the absence of your lips . much like mine (though i hate to admit it) .

i am selfish .

you said.

for wanting your love more than you could give.

but then that makes you selfish too.

for not giving me as much love as i deserved.

the thick air slices my raw arms.

i don't feel anything.

not anymore.

not since you've gone.

the sky won't stop screaming.

even through the thick layer between my hands and ears.

so i dance to it instead.

as if you were in my arms again.

as if we were lovers again.

folding my love out towards you as if it were skin .

- please come back to me .