Salt.

It’s the salt,

in the air,

your memory,

everywhere.

It’s on my tongue,

in my hair,

your memory,

everywhere.

It’s in my cells,

a part of every smell,

your memory,

everywhere.

It runs in my blood,

coats my lungs,

your memory,

everywhere.

–S.

Little.

Sigh a little,

cry a little,

die a little,

without you.

I lie a little,

to survive the middle,

without you.

I try a little,

to survive the middle,

without you.

I get high a little,

to survive the middle,

without you.

I sigh a little,

cry a little,

die a little,

without you.

–S.

Halloween Heart.

Are you Frankenstein, a zombie, or a ghoul?

I’m a lovesick fool.

Are you a chainsaw wielding killer or a vampire?

I’m romantic satire.

Are you a character from a cartoon or a movie?

I’m feeling more Beast, less Beauty.

Are you supposed to be alive or dead?

I’m filled with dread.

Are you covered in blood or guts?

I feel like I’m covered in cuts.

–S.

Too Deep.

I was always too deep for a love so shallow.

I was always too deep for a person so hollow.

I was always too deep for you to swallow.

I’ll still be too deep for you tomorrow,

and you’ll always be the boy filled with nothing but sorrow.

–S.

Unrequited.

Unrequited,

can we quiet,

all the voices in my head?

Unrequited,

can we quiet,

the feelings I have for you instead?

Unrequited,

can we quiet,

all the shit that we ever said?

Unrequited,

can we quiet,

the fantasies of you in my head?

Unrequited,

can we quiet,

never mind, I just want it all dead.

–S.