I meant all the words said. Mostly the ones that make you nervous. I am more at home in your bed. Than 19 years in my skin. But a bed cant be lived in. We both have places to go. You cant blow out your smoke. Theres smoke in front of my face. I trace your long fingers and tell you. Of every boy who has been where youve been. I burned up all of them. Now the only one burning is me.

I left two pairs of earrings. I left a pair of shoes in your car. I wore them once and remembered. I cannot walk in heels. In the clothes mountains of my room. Or under the piles of paper. And half drank water bottles.

If i love you and you arent in the room. Is it like that tree in the forest. I think someone would hear it. Or maybe someone would be asleep. Then jerk awake and sense that it happened. I feel lonely for those trees. And for deer i see in the middle of the highway. At night sometimes i wake up. I look out my window. We look at the same moon. I love you then but you arent in the room. I think you feel it in your sleep and do not know.

When your eyes touch me. Hands that are girl soft. I am the only instrument. My music got us caught. I bite down to skip my record. One night on a broken road. Crescent shaped scars are the only proof. You taste green and warm. In the hot air we yawn. I walk on tip toes to reach every part.