UTBs

Maybe I'm out of reach when
you pull up a chair to where we used to be,
because our used-to-be's aren't relevant anymore,
we're a used-to-be dinosaur
wanting not having, faking the signs
of what we ought to be;
we're watching separate moons retaliate
accordingly,
humiliation in overtime.

A Little Taste

Who's to say who's to blame
when we're fighting each other off
waiting for the epiphany,
naked boundaries crossed.

I don't know what to say
you're keeping my tongue occupied
your body tastes like glue
tastes like you
and a little taste is all it takes...

I forget the world around you.

I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to say,
ain't it funny how
I don't know what to say anymore.
Set the tone with your monotone laugh;
I don't know what to say anymore.

All the lights just fade to black.
Leave us in the dark every night.

Now part the seas,
now pray the dead will stay that way.

I remain unconvinced that you
could ever really see me.

Now curl those toes.

Tonight is all we have left,
I'm parting tides, can you see?

I forget the world exists around you.

Bodily Lies

Ever moving goalposts,
I'm dizzy and directionless.
Shut your mouth and show me
what you want.

Explore me.

Body language leaves
more questions than answers and
my attention is at your beck and call.

I'm reaching a limit, maybe,
and suddenly this is everything.

Intentions on full display,
I'm holding back on account of
future miscalculations.

My body wants
every.
part.
of.
you.

I swear,
there must be something here.

Mountains and Valleys

Trespassing boundaries
my weakness on display tonight
I'm calling out like I might
have something more to offer.

Echoes striking mountainside
sound an awful lot like silence.
I may be calling out but
all you'll hear are preemptive goodbyes.

Binding Agents

Watched you change
right before my eyes,
no telling who you'll be tonight.

Wish I could say this is by design,
but maybe, I'm a mess from time to time.
And that needs to be alright.

I'm clean, but I've been dirty.
I've seen the sun and let it shine,
but find myself alone at night.

My bones call out for warmth
in the dark, never satisfied.

This twilight irritation
is occasionally scratched, but not addressed.
Perhaps there's something to this predilection,
an itch untouched, intact
undamaged by my growing self-doubt.

This rawness that we feel
is unscathed by growing consequence;
unmatched, unhinged.
Let's take off all the doors tonight,
no holding back.

Show the world what we can feel.

They need an asterisk to describe
the feeling that we share
it's undefined, too specific to specify.

We're the binding agent
and that's alright.

Love that you can think you've won this time.

Write my name.

I'm not trying to be anything undignified,
simply existing in my own mind.

Write this down to signify
something, anything.

I'm left revelating alone tonight.

Dancing Shoes

Biblical indignation:

she's in all denim and my mind strays
to the sidelines.

The beginning of the end
collides with eternity tonight.

Someone's dancing in my shoes again.

Fuckboy Emergency

amen.
come a little closer
rain or shine
don't need you to be mine
my demons come out at night
pacified, actualized
the state of our relations
short lived, never justified
tell me anything I haven't heard before
and I'll be yours, forevermore.
she's a virgo and
I can't let go
cross-eyed/tongue-tied,
this is an emergency!
I've never been able to say no.
I'd let her cut me open
just to see my insides.
This is an emergency!
and she knows,
leaves me bleeding out...

It's Okay

Reasons aside, it's all okay.
Sometimes we need to
be the darkness to see the light.
Sometimes we move too slowly,
get stuck on the outside.
But it's okay, it's okay
you're on the inside anyway.
Can I see your dark?
Can I see your light?
I see you hiding, all the lies.
But when I see you shining, oh what a sight!
Don't you know, with your teardrop eyes,
you can still see everything and
it's okay to cry.
It's okay to cry.
I know it's hard, I promise you'll be fine.
Lean into me, I'll find you every time.
It's okay to cry.

It's okay to cry.

Ambush

Letting old flames die
in favour of new sparks
itching to ignite.

I'm enveloped by your silence,
slowly beckoning me further from shore.

You're barely illuminated
and I can't look away.

Moonlight

If you read me
in the stars tonight,
tell me so.

    When was the last time
        you opened your eyes?

    Do you think we'll
        see each other in heaven?

Seven other questions
danced across my mind
in the time it took
to read between the lines:

there were never any lines.

I'll tuck away another
pretty little fallacy
my mind contrived
teased by the moonlight.