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you were staying with a friend of mine i couldn't quit looking at you
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i have held a bible in my hands and believed it
and with those same two hands i have
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an elevator crashed
in my skull
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you are the blood in my bed and pouring over cracked bathroom tiles
but i am your nightmares, the ones that leave you
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teachers always critiqued me on my overuse of conjunctions
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when i sleep i i cannot help but to dream of
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i close my eyes, sometimes, to pretend that i don't exist or maybe
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i wonder what thoughts fill the spaces of your brain
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it's been all of two days and i swear (i.swear.) you've got the whole moon in your eyes
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the moon hung low, like a belly chain, and i wanted to wear it around my hips and dance for you
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grow up
and grow out of you
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i hear that nothing i write is happy. isn't it?
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i was seventeen years young obsessed with eyes
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--they make me sick. i've been up with the stars for three nights now, introducing my organs to the toilet bowl. this never gets better, but it sure does get worse, and i'm wondering how long i'll last. if at all.
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and it's frustrating to me
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upon recollection, i admit
the taste of your mouth and the
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dreams of yesterday fan across my sunlit skin like
petals, i'm choking on watercolors
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you are but sound slipping through the cracks in my lips and exploding against my thighs.
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Just say no; you say yes to better things. Ignore your desires, they're a form of mental emancipation. Rise above the bullshit making you like anyone and everyone else. Become better, lighter, freer. Work for the things you w
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why is it that the rain always bears some semblance to the way other people make me feel?
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this is what i love best:
keeping all your bases covered.
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there is a consistency to the
hint of midnight on your breath as we fall,
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contrary to what you preach in your contemptuous stanzas,
deception cannot be covered up in radiated pigments and your
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basslines rumbled through my stomach like hunger or love, maybe both
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whispers
dripdripdripdrop
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I was the girl built of broken porcelain, so pretty in the
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champagne bubbles popped like dreams against you
against the punctures in my skull
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i am pulses of thunder hidden like drumbeats underneath your shuddering skin
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"i didn't mean to hurt you i just want to show you i'm the boss"
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when we make love the force of you feels like a wrecking ball shattering me cracking ribs
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do you remember how in p.s. i love you they talked about that look someone gives you when life as you know it ends? that was the first look you gave me. your storybook eyes were glittering in the streetlights, begging for me
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in an earthquake the safest place to be is under a doorframe
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bones creak and squeak like rusted
out springs, floorboards for you to crawl and
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