(no subject)

[____pm]

I think I am the color of ashes, my hair
burnt like charcoal that would smudge your
lips into being if only I knew the contours
of your body I could draw myself a lover.

but this isn't love, it's something that hurts
more, life, so I've erased the inevitable but
a dream does not imply a reality so it's late
at night, and I'm always alone with destiny
whispering.