Love's Last Wish

Late at night, I’m not crying, again; All the you is draining from me In the shape of desert-dry eyelashes And a never reminiscing heart. I simply want to Bleed for you, My love. Smearing across the broken glass of Far behind farewells, Reversing against forgetfulness And heartbreak, I won’t not remember you; The love you wished me to banish. I cry into my pillows. You were always shy; Invisibly holding your hand Through those old, frozen school halls, I convey a sigh And simply kiss you, My love. Shivering in hotness, We toss the sleep-over bed covers off our skin and They begin to tangle, Weaving those intricate carvings of your heart Into a simple treasure map. You ask me if I love you All over again, And I simply reflect, My love. Dry again. If I were to forget you, I wouldn’t know enough to even Cry. Without comprehension, I would wish Only for death.