"It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes."

Guillaume Apollinaire

you i thought you leave. leave me some. some of you. when you're off to where. where i'm not. where i'm not. monday. stay indoors. tuesday. wish you'd call. wednesday. i'll be fine without you. thursday. i would call. and on friday. regret it all. sunday. saturday's a blackout. you're not the one. one to say. what's ok. cause you'll be away. when i stray. stray in grey. i wish you keep. keep some me. keep some we
-last days of april.

When I'm gone, will you?

i traced the sinues of your face and you blinked, confused. i admired the intricate curves of your ears as you slept, skin glowing.

"Do they collide?" I ask and you smile.

i sat in your swivelling chair and thought about what it was like being you. coming home everyday and putting my feet up on your bed. it didnt make sense. i didnt feel you in the motions of doing these things. i was a stranger in your room. as i stared at you sleeping i realized maybe i didn't know you {as well as i wanted to}and even at our closest or at our best we're ignorant and desirable .

[these motions are senseless] overdue thought. unecessary. jaded. sensationalized to jade.