Glow

The sun kissed my moon dyed hips
and smeared her love across my
torrid lips until her heat became
too much for my pale skin to bear.
I’m left blushing.

Common Reactor

I’m leaving, derailing again.
Winter’s here. Can we run?
I’m losing you, worse, myself.

Motorway

Lying with her last words
she only told me maybe anyway.
Not a betrayal if it’s on both parts.
I’m sure I could find love underneath
the feelings I hold for others,
but truth is another story.
I miss you at arm’s length.
Please just know I want to hold you
for good or for bad.
No treason intended,
I only adore you more than you know.
I could have whatever,
but I want you.
Don’t hold me back tonight.

Little Fish

Wrapped in photographs she woke up on my floor,
lips stained with disdain for sugar pink nights.
Sprawled on receipts of days spent free,
she taught me happy, well maybe in love.
Always a better sentiment from a last night standpoint,
she would say merely more words words words
in search of a bed.
Maybe if she stopped with “I needs,” little details
could sweep her off her feet.
Turns out it helps, paint your hands blue.

White

Fake love.
She gave me her
yes’s and lies. Left me feeling
compromised. Maybe I love her.
I could see it. I always give in anyway.
I’m wearing what little faith I have left
on my sleeve.
Scream A’s and B’s to the clouds
but stop at I’s, can’t bear it.

Gone

What if I stopped blaming myself?
I’ll wear my words, my compromised mind
maybe mingle with the stars.
Speak the smoke that spills, sugar,
falling into the sea.
The whites of my eyes are screaming
hello, I am.
Panicking.
Can I be the hole in your head?
I guess this is misery
but I’m feeling just fine.
I was wrong my friendly fire,
we stand on borrowed legs.

Pan

Wind’s back leaps and sings my favourite fears,
Porthos can’t help it.
Never, never.
Slightly thinks he’s earned a swag,
but Soiled can’t compare to my Darling.
He’ll be my downfall anyway.
And oh my Tink, annually I’ll be yours.
One at a time emotion!
I’ll remember, I think.
Michael grab your pinny and let’s float
in a nightmare.
Innocent and heartless.

Let’s be the afterthought.

New York

Minds fragile, like lemons
leaping from trees and
sinking your rescinded sails.
Tracing your smile lines
even as you frown
I’ll use other people’s words.
My little fire finder,
look hard this time.

Low Tide

I’m only here to die.
Let’s burn old churches and
find faith in holy smokes
and ashes.
Can you trust in me too?
I guess it would be nice,
but mountains don’t scream back.
It’s still only me.
We’ll always share pretty words.

Fortunate

Golden axe,
hacking limbs
left to right.
Stand beside me.
Is this missing you?
Crows call to dinner.
You aren't hungry.