do not stop your warm words,
cozy in their non-truth.

and days like today,
I can feel you,
inside my head,
in my blood.

but soon you will be gone,
desperate aching need,
and I will be reminded,
I am real,
I exist.

I cannot look at you,
for everything beautiful,
I turn my eyes upon,
withers and fades,
and you are too perfect,
for me to ever lose.

whiskey eyes,
drink them in,
and end this easy.

Banging wrists on doorways,
stars on your hands,
do no good to save you,
they belong to the sky.