I've been missing you.
I used to wrap around myself like some lovelorn python
with a desire for suicide blondes.
You were a wrecking ball,
you wanted to caress my house softly without destruction.

I described my body as world war three.
Nuclear bombs in the dips of my collarbones
and every single mark on my body you compared to the galaxies.

Did you know that with three minutes of asphyxiation you become brain dead?
Let's try it baby, suicide pact?
Let's dance with the dead.

You say that I'm hard to read. I'm a closed book, yet you watched me open up like a flower during spring season.

You're prettier than the heart of the ocean.
I want to collect your energy in a mason jar and watch your matter dance in the dark.
You move,
and it's hard to look away.
you're comforting like night
and energetic like day.
For once I'm feeling okay
-J