Maybe I need you,

like the last day of summer

when 24 hours doesn’t seem enough.

We try to stretch the time laced between our fingers

like this sand as we push through trying to find shells

just so I can hear the echo of your voice.

 

Maybe I need you,

like the longest night in winter

when we see the constellations in the stars

and I swear they’re falling to the ground

as they pound into my chest. The Northern Lights are dull

in the presence of your eyes.

I’ve never seen jewels shine so bright.

 

Or maybe that’s because you need the light

that I don’t have and baby,

I’m hollow.

I’ve got the highest high I could ever get

but I start to forget

each time I look down.

 

Maybe I need you,

like the blunt hanging from my lip

as it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head,

or the heroin that pumps through my veins.

A trip never felt so good

but not as good as you.

 

Maybe you need me,

like the cracked glasses that sit on the bridge of beauty.

Reality is distorted

but it’s everything you needed to see.

The frame is barely stable.

 

Maybe you don’t need me like you thought you did but,

I sure as Hell need you.