were we happier then?
smoking in my room
after hours
with the blacklight backlit
we would sit
legs crossed
in front of the window
blowing the smoke
and the bullshit
through the mesh screen
screening our insanity
smothered in incense
and nonsense
you were a breath
of clean air
as we’d stare
at the stars
on my ceiling
feeling
more than good
beneath the hood
of your gray sweatshirt
that you used
to cover
your hair
reminding me to uncover
the blanketed door
before
we would fall asleep
you were my marble buddha
with your animated face
and i would place
you on my pillow
and tell you everything
as we would slip into green sheets
and dream
about this moment
for a moment
and you’d rise
un-redden your eyes
no speech between us
hollow in your hallucinations
all the way to work
the clerk
of your unconsciousness
were we better actors?
lying to each other
as we smothered
our lungs and cells
with hatred in glass
the past never leaves
you said once
as i watched you implode
you created
and i related
into inspiration
you’re brilliant
i told you
as you fell asleep
and i’d creep
into insomnia
and watch flashbacks
for hours
and shower
my mind with memories
we were better actors then
sharing the same script
slipping into
shattered pieces
between our lips
your mouth is sublime