Our home has ben burnt into the air like
newspaper ashes with bonfire wishes, firework kisses
and the photographs are no longer of us

With your arctic shoulders and cadaver eyes,
my paper skull tears blank canvases from my scribble mind
We're only fifteen

Together we built cities but never cathedrals
because chalkboard spirits and atheistic musicians
don't architect well for "forevers" couple with
"best friends" or even coupled as a couple for that matter

Together we slept in burnt notecards
and super hero doodles, skyscrapers,
to my stomach kissing porcelain,
I thought we had gone through just about all we could together

It was the decision that we could build again
from the earth up
we left the fire burning unattended
the glass macaroni bowls melted and
our inner mirrors shattered

So I took the shards unto my bones
and carved myself out of them
just to give them to you

Another preciously demented gift you didn't want

We haven't spoken since the tower episode,
the literally climactic fall of our breakup,
and I haven't slept

I was the kind of tired sleep can't fix
I would stare at my alarm clock
time as a catalyst during my last-chapter analysis
was not helpful at a time like this

I gave you all your stuff back
and I'm waiting on my videogames, Tarzan VHS,
my favorite book, and a spare change of clothes

And for every fickle "I hate you"
salty blue hips, brunette hips
For every swing dance, music trance,
mirrored shoe laces, your tender faces
I thought I'd miss your bedsheets the most

Truth is, I just want my book back now

Being yours made me forget how to be my own best friend
Losing "us" has taught me now once again

This errupting revelation will put the stars to shame
Born from it, two lessons
One, you cannot love a broken boy back to health
and two,
never lend that boy your favorite book
He doesn't have the balls to finish it.