of your tattoos and how long
they will stay with you
after I go.
I am drunk.
I want the alcohol to erase your name from my lips.
I’m lighting cigarette after cigarette
hoping the smoke will cover your scent on my skin.
you told me someone else is trying to make you happy
my stomach fell, I fidgeted and blinked 20 times, but
I told you how you deserved to be happy, and you replied
"I deserve to be with you"
I need to claw my skin to let some sadness out
I don’t want her to touch your thin hips or know your secrets
or kiss you in that spot behind your ears that makes you purr and sigh
her fingers don’t fit perfectly in between yours, like mine do
I want you to know, home still is when I lay my head on your chest
as you scratch that place in my head that puts me to rest.