He told me from the beginning he wouldn't do anything long term. He was afraid of losing stuff.

I told him, I'm not in your pocket, so I can't fall into it.

'You know where you want to go' he would say with sweet eyes. His eyes still half-closed from yesterday's sleep.

We're in different time zones.

'Time zones?'

You have a lot more time than me, I'm sure.

He only wanted to know my habits. Just so he could take them all. One by one. His mom warned me: 'He only takes. He doesn't give anything back.'

I'm fucked. No one warned me they were going to be late. His skin doesn't like surprises. Mine doesn't either. That's why I use a bit of your skin in mine, everyday.

I go through the days, which will turn weeks and months. Always carrying a bit of you. I don't wanna forget the promise. I still don't have anything from you.

But I want.
I want the sky and the stars
The couples' promises
The lovers' promises

Your senses
Your bad will.
The clothes you're wearing. And your clothes on the floor.
And your nerves
And your chemical imbalance
And your knees, trembling
And your best half-smile. In your best half-photo.
You are the news. My news.