I breathe you in
Just to breathe you out
Your skin on my skin
You’re my favorite heart attack
I dream again,
I can feel you again,
Your feet on my bed,
Your hair on my wrist
I wanna see it all,
spinning round faster now,
I think I got it down,
Let me show you how
Running in your garden, my tears pile up,
burry me in roses til I’ve had enough
I think I’m alive for the first time
I think I wanna marry you, it’s alright
I’ll carry you until my legs give out,
Pull me close and kiss me on my open mouth
I see the world and all its beauty in your eyes
I met you and I loved you at the same time
At the same time,
At the same time,
I met you and I loved you at the same time
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC
“I can’t, I’m sorry, it’s getting late.”
she says, walking with a purpose, like the place she has to be will actually take her in with the same warmth she gives it
There’s a whole lotta **** going on, if you think about it,
It’s kinda like the cracks in the sidewalks know our steps before we even take them,
as if they’ve been here before us
I’ve been here before you, I think, I muster up the strength,
Feeling all of it, all the time, yeah,
I don’t feel how exhausting it is,
I’m too focused on you to care
The night we taught each other’s bones how to death dance back to life,
I prayed for the first time since I was a child,
It’s like it’s all playing in reverse
It’s soft, and supple, and sweet,
your skin, tasting like every good thing,
And I can just tell that you’ve been practicing for this,
I can tell because I have too,
and we look the exact same when we lay under the same ceiling, our breathing reverberating off of each other like it’s been rehearsed, for years
For years / I haven’t noticed the reflection / on purpose / it made me too scared
I can feel the sun inside of your skin when we touch,
Like a hot fire,
I could care less about putting out,
So I’ll
Feel it / Feel it / Feel it
Come on baby, come on baby,
Feel it / Feel it / Feel it
And the lights stay on,
just so I can know you’ll catch my every glance
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC
You made me feel like
classroom chatter,
late night landline cable twirling
on my stomach with my feet up kicking
A long drive with the top down on
the backroads,
and I can hear you using the underbelly of the leaves to whistle my name
You’ve been gone for sometime but I still
hum your breaths on key,
never missing a beat,
I can still feel you running your hands through my hair, down my body, to
my feet
I tell my sons the war stories
you taught me,
like never trust your neighbor
and only touch what you can see
Hate ain’t love
and hard ain’t hard if
everything comes easy
And so I tell ‘em how I see ‘em,
the scars bleed hard
but the pain ain’t free
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 12:44 AM UTC
You are no greater man than I
and the weight of the lack of peace you have or have not made
with your god
wears heavy on your shoulders
and yet you have no muscle to show for it,
You cannot tear down
something that was never built,
the same way that you cannot change
a man with just your will
I am a temple that will not be desecrated
to fit your opinions of the
definition of success,
and your daughter will fall in love with me
with or without your regret,
it was never yours to be had
to begin with
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 12:04 AM UTC
Your memory reverberates in the same way that I fell in love with you— in passing, fleetingly
I didn’t really believe it,
but who could? If we’re being honest
I’d never felt that kind of breeze before,
something easy, and simple
Your breath on my face,
it’s the closest I’d ever get to fresh air
and your hand in mine,
it’s the closest I’d ever get to never
wanting to let go of
anything at all
I hope you remember me in these same ways,
and some days, when you wake up next to him,
I hope my memory plays
on repeat,
in passing,
fleetingly
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
In my dreams you are orbiting the sun
sporadic as ever, how you always liked
No record scratch,
just relapse
Have I ever told you about the time my sister blacked out in the seventh grade?
and how that’s the closest I’ve come to death since
Even watching it, it never plays like it does in the movies
We write about grief like it has no place here
and I still write about you like how I imagined I would,
holy ghost infused fits of regret
It was never funny,
but no one says it is
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
I married you
because I thought that you
could change.
Now, the only love I feel
is when the fool in the mirror
points and laughs at me.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 8:02 PM UTC
This pinball machine stole my beer money.
There’s a revival coming and we cannot miss it.
I caught on as soon as the cops showed up.
I swear I heard this from a Smiths song.
I’m not apologizing.
I heard you over the airwaves. I could tell from the tone of your voice.
If I can’t pay for this with my suffering, what was the point?
Y’know, it never really looked good on you, anyways.
I swear to God you were in my dream, and I miss you.
I think I’m gonna be sick.
I’m not doing anything about it.
Trust the science.
Sleep sideways.
I know. You’re beautiful.
Man, it hurts bad.
Stop the ******* car.
There ain’t a ******* thing for miles.
I daydream about a life that is not mine.
The flowers ain’t any prettier over here, trust me.
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 11:17 PM UTC
Sometimes
I think about getting rid
of myself out of
spite for you
but then I remember
how sore of a loser
I am
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC
I’m not interested in writing poetry
about God anymore,
I found God and yet
the emptiness is still
holding out
like it has a grudge,
like it’s waiting for something
big to happen
like there’s a curtain draw
already in motion
ready to be pulled shut
when the show has
ended
With all of this theater,
all of this drama,
where will I be left to
fend for myself
when the crowd throws their flowers
I’m starting to think the show
isn’t about me
it’s about everybody else
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC