blame it on the lateness of the hour.

I.
my room is engulfed in shadows
  and they dance c i r c l e s 
around my deteriorating mind
       you call me
my phone buzzes and lights up
       you make the only star
in this artificial night sky

II.
 one,  two,   three--
      no.
that last one was two, this one is three
     or maybe it's one
 you come & make
  the count go down to zero,
 but you can't hide
          the pills forever 
my sick mind needs the medicine

III.
 you whisper shakespeare into
    the crevice of my collarbone
and tell me that we'll be
         infinite,starcrossed lovers
      but your lips are only
tattooing kisses that say
 

                                                   _goodbye