all i want to do is lay in bed and kiss you
two mouths one breath

but i wake up like a single bracket an incomplete parenthesis
so i keep talking making conversation ignoring the fact
that i'm ready to follow my own advice

or try to
i'm never going to kiss you again

or try not to
because it's hard not to
when i think about the lovely creases at the corners of your mouth

when you smile
and our teeth click together

but it's morse code
for good bye
and i close the empty space

with a long sigh
for the longest goodbye