Wind

It’s days like this that I miss the wind.
I miss it’s embrace.
It’s kiss on my forehead.
It’s breath moving my hair softly.

I miss the wind.
I miss it’s whistling laugh when it tickles my windows.
I miss the warmth of its breeze around my body as I sleep.

I miss the wind.
I miss it’s eyes on me.
Seeing only me.
I miss it’s arrival.
How it amazed me as it blew in.
Windy summers and winters that passed for years.

I miss it’s pain.
How it brushed by me so abruptly then faded out into stillness.
I miss the wind on still days like this.

My heart beats like slow waves and I am empty.

I don’t know why exactly I trust the wind.
It never sets.

Dark Room

I don’t know why I’m here.

It’s dark and I know no one.
I see you sitting with a cigarette in your hand and a deep sigh of relief hits me.
I wave over to you, but you glance away so I figured your gaze missed mine.
With a hinge of hope I walk over to you. I sit and we make small talk.
You tell me you’re here because its somewhere to be.
I tell you I was looking for you.
Sweat drips from your forehead but I think that’s the lighting.
I reach over for your lighter and you say you’re out of cigarettes.
I shrug and ask you to dance.
You ask me why.
I don’t have a reason other than I want to dance with you.

I don’t know why I’m here.
It’s dark and I know no one.

#RIP to one of my favorite authors. His stuff helped through some tough times in my life. I hope to do that for my readers someday. Anyway, sleep well. Thanks for letting us weird kids out there feel like we’re in good company and understood. 🙌 #nedvizzini

#RIP to one of my favorite authors. His stuff helped through some tough times in my life. I hope to do that for my readers someday. Anyway, sleep well. Thanks for letting us weird kids out there feel like we’re in good company and understood. 🙌 #nedvizzini

My last cigarette

Just because I haven’t posted anything in quite awhile…

I wrap my lips around you.

You exhale a heavy sigh and I’m filled with relaxation.

We’re not supposed to be doing this.

You’re all wrong but right in every way.

 

You of all people shouldn’t make me feel this whole.

But I give that to you. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

It’s not like you need me. This isn’t mutual.

Actually, it’s a bit parasitic.  

You could easily turn around and find someone else.

 

You’re so warm.

I can see the light in you.

I can feel your light in me.

Oh, how I beg you to stay longer. Hold me like I hold you.

 Grip me like I grip you, tighter with each inhale.

Let me take all of you into my throat. And breathe you back out in smoke.

Let me get comfortable and suck you in. Only for you to escape.

You fade into black and I’m left alone again.