undone

mind my kisses if you feel more than many,
signs of loneliness,  
tales of many,
subdue me if you must,
hear my stories over a burning plate,
whenever I felt you on those last days,
remember my drafts,  
tales of unreached journeys you wrote,
inside matchboxes with every scratch
a chance to burn,
volumes of my life tapped by delicate thunder,
mayhem on every line charred,
burning inside 55 engraved scars on my face,
you’re what I love next,
to what you’ve addicted me to,
55 pages  
55 heartaches
in your 25 years...