i.
remember when you pulled
my ribs out from my chest
and made walking sticks
out of them? i do, i do.

ii.
the last time i saw you i said
yes, this is the last time. i
said no more, no more. you
will not plunder my body apart
like sunken treasure anymore.

iii.
it’s like – i tried running
from the flames, i really did.
it’s just hard to run when
you don’t really want to. it’s
just hard to run when you
love the person who started
the fire. i loved you, i did.

iv.
we were happy, once. happy
like hearts fluttering, like
butterfly kisses, like glasses
clinking together in the
dusk, sunsets passing us by
daily. i was happy then.
i keep finding my way back
to that happiness. i forget
sometimes that it just
doesn’t exist anymore.

v.
here’s the dream where you
always find your way back
to me. here’s the dream where
i always find my way back to you.