you yawn as the night goes by and your

breath tastes of bubblegum.

my fingers drum on the cold floor,

as i lie there and take in everything-

the scent of your sleeplessness consists of
empty milk glasses and hair-partings and

too-old gummy bears.

i can't bear the sight of you

curling up like you did in your mother's womb
and saying a prayer for the day to follow, whispering wishes without hesitance

as i drown in an ocean of my own melancholy.

you lick your lips as you disappear

under cover

to burn the walls of potential dreams, sweet and not-so

so they

be swallowed by all that is empty,

by me and

by colourless nothingness that surrounds us at all times.

switch off the lights and blow out the candles

so that the endless heat moves to your bones, my young flame

i will never call you again but i know i will think of you, way too often

you can leave it all behind,

but please don't leave me.