I think in statistics,
and you in heartbeats.

I am. You are. I am. You are.
I am chemical-based, you are a meaningful scar.

You explore,
covet,
and hoard,
anything near you.

While I am
stuck,
looking at my addiction,
through a lens.

I am forever cursed:
to skim for importance,
to look only at the bigger picture,
to glance only with logic's borrowed eye,

but you are here beside me, and you take in every little detail.

To me, blood is but a fluid,
yet in your eyes,
it is the fuel for lovers and the ink for poetry.

You are feather pens, I am erasable chalk.

The insomniac that is so filled with dreamer-talk.
So enticed by the world, that you couldn’t close an eye.

My mind is logic, reasoning, and your complete opposite.
Every word has a different meaning in your perspective
and every syllable holds a secret—
     one you must find out.

I am textbooks and punctuality and schedules.
But you, you are the only person I can wait on.

This is a cycle with ragged edges, bizarre.
I am. You are. I am. You are.

We are combined; a marvelous oxymoron.

the water was cold and your tongue was blue—
you made me feel like liquid iron
with a crown of golden seaweed.
the water was cold and your tongue was blue—
color slipped from your eyes as the waves took you home.

you brought out the best in me

We   cut    and  shook
our    hands,   formed
a  bond   as  you  told
me,   "I will always be
in you as your blood."
But now you have dis-
appeared and all I am
left with is a  scar and

anemia.

i am cold without your eyes in my sockets. do you still look? i still look. do you still see? i don't.

i don't.

"Even after starving myself of love,
I am still wondering
If the hunger ever goes away.
I do not know which is more romantic—
if it does,
or if it does not."

It's only when you have the best that you realize you don't want the best, you never really did—you want to struggle to pay the rent, you want to fall asleep angry, because screaming is mean and mean gives you meaning.

An stroke to differentiate
between he'll and hell

Not much difference.

How do I break you like a bad habit
Flesh addicted.
Future/present
Tense conflicted.
Past predicted
the future depicted.

Skinny green sea wave—
Runs until he can't find the shore anymore.
Runs until he can't see the sun.
It's calm on the waters.

and tonight I think I love you—
and tonight I wrote that on your back.

and tonight I wish I didn't—
and tonight I told you that.

April 13th 12:28am

what's made of gold, is made of crystal—
sold for steel in the streets of Bristol.
pulled the trigger before you cocked the pistol.
what's made of gold, is made of crystal—

The modern battle
     Of science and art,
Takes up space,
     Within my heart.

The beauty of rebel symmetry,
And lines in every direction,
Commands equal attention from me,
As the brain's constant connection.

But, suppose, they ever did combine...
Possessing traits from the art and science mind,
To successfully dominate
                                both their kind.

what was i to do
we had some human-sized bumps
and she smelled like campfire

I will alphabetize the authors of my insecurities and burn my Alexandria.

So unclear, some find it
Nuclear!

We were walking on the lake
trying to get to the mainland—
(Your cabin had burned down)


*"the road home
isn't paved
but the highway to your eyes
is."

'You were going 210km/h
when you headed into heaven.

Unspoken syllables still saying the story
that I can't comprehend with an earlobe
and an ear-drum,
with a bass-drop, ego sum, meticulous amour.

Hand dancing
Prancing like Bambi as she creates
assorted laughter and the stars control.

How beautiful,
with a bass-drop, ego sum, meticulous amour,
the language is a mountain of another planet Earth
all spoken in

Sign language
Poetry.

If you leave, please stay where you have left to.

This is the Wednesday's one am.

A song I don't know and eyes I
have yet to look into.

In  the  first day of  physics,
the    teacher    asked    who
thought they were average.
Nobody  raised  their  hand.
But  if  we're  all  dif­ferent,
then doesn't that make it the

average?

They say there are more stars than grains of sand
and I hope that does not likewise apply to time
I sit, drop sand, count grains as seconds, and wait.

i want *** with love
but last night we ******
and i felt nothing—except for
the hardwood floors

my friends do not believe me
that love can, yes, truly, begin with a black eye.

i want—
i want to talk to the wrong crowd

I'd do a lot for a little
bit more than your eye contact.
Compact as you sway.
Staying away. Staying away.
We get slightly close
then drift once again.
I leave only with your name
but it's one I didn't gain
from your mouth.

I crossed my bed to find you
and found the Atlantic Ocean instead

Time's a number, same with age
but I'd break those restrictions and do it all again
for one more night with you.
for one more night with you.

me from a year ago looks at me from a minute ago
with her stupid
*******
hormones
and her stupid
*******
youth.

benjamin button is real but only in the form of knowledge

you fade like mist dissipating over water and
my neck turns less with every calendar day crossed off.

Your heart is an empty semi-circle
Half-filled by wet sand bags
Jagged edges because I am concrete
and concrete does not leave smoothly.

Concrete cracks but cannot slip between your fingers.

I kissed a woman to forget a girl—
with pearl earrings and diamond snakebites,
black tights and blank skin.
I kissed a ***** to forget a ******.
I kissed a ***** to forget a ******.

We never make eye contact anymore—
But your friends and I do—
Which is weird—I don't remember them being the ones—who stuck a finger in my—

Bleach your soul.
Why aren't I alive?
Falling through the core.
     I thrive.
Need more.

Enter new,
Exit pure.
Leaving with the golden view,
I do.

Leave at night.
Catch green fix.
Never wrong.
Never right.

Bleach your soul.
Why aren't I alive?
Falling through the core.
     I thrive.
Need more.
I do.

Deals with gates and
Fallen angels.
Let me in
and
Let me in
and
Leave at night.

Bleach my soul.
Why am I alive?
Falling through my core.
     I thrive.
Need more.
I do.
I do.
I do.

Not for the risque factor, only for the simple fact that
I only want you inside one single part of me
and it's sure as hell not my heart.

Don't look me in the eyes.
Don't look me in the eyes.

I was late to my last doctors appointment—
too busy watching the waves come in
and out—and in—and out—
of my vision.
The leaves have fallen and I have only just turned red

i still remember the specific strand of ****
that we breathed in february of first year
behind my building on saturday night
the first time you kissed me.

it wasn't the first time we had kissed
but the first time you had kissed me.
there was green on the taste of your lips
and blue under my tongue.

i walked by that same smoke bench a few weeks ago
wondering how many others had sat,
smoked the same strain, stolen the same memories.

i've got 99 problems and
they're all different
ways to spell your name.

I remember when my pulse slowed
in its comfort.
How strange it is
to feel my heart
beat in rhythm
once again.

You told me that unrequited feelings are not real

So I will walk the five-thousand kilometres
cross the twelve borders
Appear on your doorstep
with my bones about to crack.
When you don't even love me back.

drawing parallels between perpendiculars—
every love i've ever had was born under the sun
but never lived to see the light
drawing parallels between perpendiculars—
stuck in the september,
we only existed in the fall
i only wanted to erase you

That double crescent moon bite mark
That Thom made on my arm
To show me he was, "*****."

Those five purple fingerprints
That Riley left, to remind me
My pants? Gone last night.

That weird, mysterious oval
On the inside of my thigh.
...Was that Kelsey or Nyssa?

That tiny yellow mark that splotched my eyebrow
From when I ran into a telephone pole
—completely sober.
Tyler still mocks me about that.

That blood red under-eye
That made me realize
We all get hit.

That Texas-shaped purple-to-yellow transition
That screamed to me,
We all heal.

Laying down and letting the sadness
consume you
Wrap
around you and slip
into your throat
like the lover you let
into your lungs
like breath

I would drop the world for you
I would drop the world for you
and I have

No sharks in the waters of your eyes.
No broken pens on the plane heading home.
No missing cards in the deck.
No long red lights and
No happy accidents.
No contrast for your happiness.
*Flying over the French alps but all I see are plateaus.

They fell down from the sky, they did, their orders.
They came from a place, somewhere higher, then, than we were.
Something higher, then, than us.