We let our flame burn bright,
so fast.
You were my North and
I was your time, together
we bottled sounds of each other
for one another.
We only knew our summer skin,
intimately.
I used to dream of you
until I didn't have to.
I preferred your kisses to the sun,
and I
never would have guessed
I could fall
so fast.
Temptation proved no match
for our stars, aligned.
Limbs perform
mystical physics
without proper calculations,
and when
heart's not correctly calibrated
these displays
look a lot like love.
Her eyes are the violence
cutting into my core.
She peels back my skin
to peek inside.
I let her test her nails,
her knives
on my pallid rind.
She's living her
curious surgical fantasy.
And I'm wide awake.
Corrupted mind, compromised
and bloated with images of you.
I need to stop your every breath
from inspiring me.
Do you feel exploited by my thirst for you?
I am selfish desire.
To be is to want, and
I know I exist
(especially in your presence).
To build is to break, and
I long to create
(you demolish me).
Am I courageous?
Am I destructive?
Will I ever escape these lines
I've drawn around myself?
My silence speaks louder than my actions:
I am a slave to this lust.
her gravity*
{a stronger attraction than
previously thought possible}
pulls the flesh from my bones
and I, all too happily,
watch her feast.
My mind,
curiously clouded by
your infestation,
dares not dream
for fear of
crossing imaginary lines.
I cling to my wound
with all my might
as I fight off
this lustbeast
calling out your name.
Don't blink.
You're all I care to see.
These baby blues are only for you
and each glance is tempting fate.
With my blind desire leading,
I’m daring you to see me -
to sense my wretched incongruity.
Every night I sharpen my tongue
urging these words
to find their way passed my pen,
but as I digress my tone resets.
It’s so bitter sweet as you
suck the air right out of me.
I’m left without words, staring aimlessly.
I'm wrecked, passionless,
craving a friend or foe,
one for the road, and
a better mind than my own.
Her eyes in the sky
turn this desert to diamonds
and I feel the heat.
I can't see through this
waking reverie she's crafting
just for me.
I think she knows...
My eyes stick to you like glue,
there’s no use,
with arms outstretched
you hold all my attention too.
Yeah, okay. I hear it.
But
I’m stranded in this depraved state,
starved for sunlight,
and helplessly captivated
by this image of you I’ve carved
into the surface of the moon.
Every night I howl for you.
It feels like I'm outside your window
begging to be let in.
And I swear this'll be the last time
just like the last time before.
I can't say why I can't let you go,
all I know is
if I don't hold on to something
I might just float away tonight.
She says that she loves
that I still have dreams.
Bigger things.
And not to tell her,
she can’t afford to be sad for me too.
She’s fortysomething
and always blue.
my diabolical intentions align
and now she’s singing to me,
feeling the plea of my poetry
as an act of violence.
knows all too well where this could lead.
striped sheets, where’d we meet?
feel so sentimental
ravaging her god-sized hole
I watch you underwater.
Watch all the little bubbles
float off your skin and breach a surface
I never want to meet again.
It makes sense to hold my breath here,
underwater. With you.
After a moment you
instinctively start to pull me up.
Fantasy-buster.
Next time leave me be.
I love fiercely with
my whole body and being.
Loving like that takes
a lot out of a person,
gives a lot away.
I'm looking for someone
who understands this,
who understands love is
give and take
and gives a bit of themself
as they take a part of me.
Universal clues, slowly deciphered.
I've got my ear to the ground
and my head in the clouds.
I'm waiting for
the stars to align.
It could be any day now.
