I see
the distance between our lips
stretching
their days are numbered
I can count them with my fingers
but I'm not sure what to make of it
I can't decide if its a
joyous event
or
not
I don't feel as if it is

your face
your eyes
tell me things your lips can not
they sing me stories
and whisper in my ear
they make me hysterical
they make me love you even more
and
they make me want to kill myself
I'm not sure
those two should go hand in hand
so stop
stop looking at me like that
stop
your heartbeat will fall
and I
will cry until
you wake
up

every morning
I wake up and
look out the window
hoping to find blue skies
and I do
but
every morning
I wake up and
I hope to find you
and
I know I
never
will