The Sadness That Sunk Into Your Skin and Became Part of Your Mind

yesterday i tasted your heartbeat
under my tongue with my mouth
pressed to your skin and our fingers
tangled together. it tasted like sorrow.

you fell asleep after, and with
all the lines of stress smoothed
out of your face you looked so
happy. but the second you woke,
they returned. i wanted to kiss
them away, but you left before
i had the chance to try.

my lips were bruised for days.
it was the only reminder of you
that i had. you started fading
in a way that nothing could
bring you back. but god, i still
tried with everything i had.

when you cried i couldn't do
anything right. i was too scared
to try anything that could have
helped; the fear of breaking you
only broke you so much faster.

i wish you. every eyelash has your
name buried inside it. all the times.
all the candles. the second i met you,
i wished every damn time i could,
wanting to keep you. and when i got
what i wanted, i should have wished
that you could lose all the aches
imbedded in your lovely, tired bones.

and now that you're gone, all
i can wish is that whatever is
after this life is good. or at
least you're happy. and i hope
i see you every single night,
hiding in my troubled mind.