to mistakenly believe
that
you can
kiss
my shoulder
in passing.

that you can
come and go
as you please
unwind me
as you please
love me
as you please.

and who 
are you
to think that in
the darkness of night 
it is ok
for you
to
think
of me. 

i. Pieces

There are pieces of us I didn’t know existed. Pieces that exist in the dark, shapes that our eyes try to make out in the blackest of night. Pieces that exist when we’re swimming beneath the surface, all sounds mute and all vision blurred. Pieces that exist as our lips smile in relieved unison when a cool breeze comes our way during the hottest of days. Pieces when no one is looking. 

iii. Music Box