Homesick.

i have no greater treasure than everything we share.

running up and down metal hotel staircases at 3am.

greeted with a smile full of drugs i've never known to exist.

how is it i can feel your energy just from the thought of you?

throwing up in the backseat

crying in your kitchen

acid on the counter

dish soap in my mouth.

you scraped your elbow on my birthday and we washed it out together 

your blood turning the marble sink pink

constantly opening the curtains to a bright new day.

your skyline twinkles the more i miss the constant dust that would collect at my feet from your hardwood floors.

how do i get motion sickness from staying still?

but not from the elevator we screamed in until we got to 33.

these days went by in seconds 

and now each second feels like a day.

my warning sign should have been the cheap bed bath and beyond plates you never washed. 

easy to dispose of.

patiently waiting for the day you'd no longer be only 15 minutes away.

hearing my name shouted across the two bedroom. 

now i beg for a pitiful friend.

just to remind me how simple everything is.

  one who knows what’s happening in me when i tilt my head in the silence. 

hating knowing that we had our own open wounds from growing up too fast.

the closest thing i have to you now are the clothes you left behind for me.

i only like to wear these clothes when i sleep- so you're with me at my most peace.

i hope i'm your favorite souvenir from new york.

i'll see you again come spring time.

it fills me with jealousy to know that you may have a scab i wasn't there to help you wash out.

or maybe even have a matching battle wound with you.

now i just feel homesick all the time

missing the home we accidentally created together.

i watched your white gucci shoes turn gray. 

you noticed when my hair turned brown.

when will i be back home?

For my L & B.