I burn to keep you warm yet you step on my ashes like leaves during the fall.

You watched as I became one with the air and faded into nothing. You inhaled me ever so sharply and I still sting your insides with filth you cannot exhale.

I cannot tell you I have ever drowned in the blues of your eyes; icy pupils that seem to scan every move. Every second a test, every action a calculation.

Nothing has ever felt natural. I paint my lips a shade of your preference and mold myself to your desire.

The stars aren't beautiful. They've exploded long ago yet I can still see dust in your lungs; you choke on the magic you don't believe in.

A life time of poetry and journals never quite satisfied your hunger. I am stripped to the bone but I cannot salvage more of me to be enough.

I coughed up my heart for you and you so easily sliced it into pieces. You stuffed the bruised parts into your pocket like souvenirs of my heartbreak. I am just one more destination to wreck.

I am just one more destination to wreck, but this time, you missed the train.