The Mourning

In the dawn

my eyes opened slowly.

I was on a plane.

The light was so yellow. 

I was there, 

but you no longer were.

My body was tired.

Yours was decomposing.

My hair smelled funny.

It was mourning time

for me. 

The Coveted Chill Pill Sequence

Today I hurt him and I wish I hadn't.

I didn't try not to,

I went ahead with it. 

When I knew I was really hurting him,

I decided to hurt him more.

Then we went our separate ways. 

Me - teary eyes and yesterday's socks.

Him - tight eyebrows, coffee rimmed lips, beautiful as ever. 

I forgot I was mad.

I remembered he was mad, though

I have thought about him too much today.

In that last moment I saw him, 

he didn't even want to see me

It reminded me of the time he kicked me out of his car.

I wouldn't get out,

so he took me to a store and bought me chocolate. 

Then he took me to his house.

He put me in the shower.

He stared in my eyes 

with his eyes.

I looked really deep into his eyes that day.

I could see into his thoughts.

I could read his mind.

He loved me that day.

I knew it.

I could read his open eyes, blinking:

"Chill the fuck out", they said.