it used to be mine

it's 4:21 am
and i seriously regret
taking that nap at 10 pm tonight.
and i regret
falling asleep on the couch
at 9:17 pm too.

but before i delve too much
into the little mistakes
and way ahead of the big ones,
i wanna talk about the world.

or, well, not
the world.
but your world.

who you are
will not be disclosed
because i open up enough,
and i just want to be
the pages in your folder
so that when you do admit
all you need is a pen with ink.

i will swallow it all down for you.

i will get drunk off of you
as the eyeliner
of your soul's window
trickle down 
into my waiting mouth.

give it time, give it time,
give it time and gravity
will exist heavier
than it ever has
and your grey eyes
make blue, make green,
and the sky
is a changeling.

they'll rain
and you become grey.
then your porcelain
teeth will be the clouds
when the canvas is blue
and your tongue
will produce dew
when the sky
picks up jade hues.

grow and envelope me;
i just want to be the pages
you scribble on.
and i've never
been one for tattoos
but if you etched yourself
into my skin
i'd kiss my wrists
and graze every line
before i push my palms
into the world.

not just the world,
but your world.