Light my Match

this dark place makes me sad.
i barely know him,
but I phoned him and asked him
if he wanted to get drunk and he said
yeah.

my chest is a dark puzzle that is incomplete
and missing a few pieces.
I make his piece fit into the space
and it's an awkward fit
we don't want the same things
but that's fine by me.
I don't know what I want anyways.

He wants me for my body,
and I give it to him
I give him my skin,
my outer layer
let him look into my eyes as we fuck,
drunk kisses & sober eyes
we pretend that we've given each other our souls,
but it's all a ruse as we lick & suck our own wounds

lie side by side and feel as we did before,
but the attempt broke us even worse.
We're alike, him and I
Not in the way that we fit together,
but in the way that we have misplaced pieces
and we're searching like crying children across fields and homes,
and make-believe tents --

there is one part that will complete us
and let us move onto the next game.

We wait in this dark place.
Lifeless panting
Desperately trying to fill each other up -
and failing.

we are both broken puzzle pieces-
hallow kisses,
dying fireflies
like short-lived matches
burning & dying