Tonight, when the high’s over,
Smile over the Bloody Marys that stained us forever,
Diluted by laughter-
Yours and mine
And remember:
Love is not found in the undeveloped photographs
That you cried over,
Nor in the verses that broke off before the climax,
But it is in the ash that stains your hair,
The way your feet did when they stood
Over the dust on my obscure balcony,
You blowing smoke twice as thick as the smiles you managed
Despite the scars we both shared,
Spreading the kind of perfume I thought only my fantasies smelt of.

A kiss is not always a solution,
You once said
And I laughed in agreement,
Half-lying,
Wishing truths would hurt less
Than the scabs we pick
For sheer masochistic fun.

Maybe someday I’ll match your 8.8 mb songs
And make your breath slow down
Like my forever hanging phone-
Saying “Love, luv, is all we have…we are all we have
-enough and not enough…”
Like your pink, your orange, your blue
And like your you
That’ll someday puff away the sadness
Like your inconsequential birthday candles
But never the lovely, loving, loved- You.