if i could tell.

how funny it is
that your bed and
the smell of your body
feel more familiar to me
than my own.

self-titled.

i woke up in
your white sheets
(they still smell new)
and remembered
you kissed me on the
forehead
and said
"sleep"

always
when you go to work
you kiss me
and say
"sleep"
and i do so
because i'm
tired.

take me home.

i miss
sitting in the bus
and being the only one
caught in the light
of the sun
(no matter the season)
behind the windows.

not even looking.

i liked drawing
letters
with your sperm
on your stomach
(in the dark)
and not letting you
guess the whole sentence.

reflecxtions.

i sat on the bed
not mine
and i saw there was a
mirror
right in front of me
i saw myself
you
no, not you
(i took pictures)

dark chocolate you asshole.

i woke up at
when the sun was beginning to set
i read
yelled swore called you names
not nice
(at all)
did not eat anything
only a piece of a chocolate bar
dark
i don't like dark chocolate.

words.

i am thinking
about
you
precisely

the way you
did this
with your hair
and that with
my wrists
(you know)

how you said
no
and then
moaned
and asked for
more

i am thinking
about how
i want
to hear you
come.

untitled (1).

you said this
is
the brightest room
i've ever slept
in
and i was
really
sorry
i couldn't afford
real curtains.
(for the moment)

untitled (2).

i miss smoking cigarettes
with you
at the window of
my kitchen.
and you would look at
the eiffel tower
the streets
the church.
me.
and everything would look
so beautiful.
so beautiful
smoking cigarettes
with you
at the window of
my kitchen.