100 Poems For The Soul

You + I

  (You & I)

You sat awake at night
Reading thousand letter love notes [Which dripped from my pen the way breath seeped from my lungs]
Because I hate haikus
And you know it

(we were artists of each other's destruction)

I want you close to me
You know you're gorgeous when you're hurting
I wrote sonnets of bone [so sharp]
And you filled them in with tatted blood lace
I painted with gasoline and found my fingers burning.