Wednesday, January 19, 2022

mirage.

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.

Monday, January 17, 2022

she knows.

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...

Saturday, January 8, 2022

control.

I want you to
destroy me.
Completely.
Leave me in shambles.

You're in control.

Thursday, January 6, 2022

pathetic fluorescence.

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.

the last time.

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.

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

lady lawyer.

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.

Tuesday, January 4, 2022

creep.

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

Monday, January 3, 2022

busted.

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.

Sunday, January 2, 2022

give/take.

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.

Saturday, January 1, 2022

nirvana fallacy.

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.