My face is covered in salt

because of you.

If love never dies,

then what you had for me

was never love.

I'll see you once more,

call it quits.

The best part of this

is being able

to make a happy song

sad.

Choosing

to get to

know you

was the

biggest

mistake

I've made

in my life.

God tried to warn me,

and the devil tricked me.

Tears in the shower

caused by a friend,

would rather die

than be hurt again.

CRAP, I CAN ******* THINK IN CYANIDE & HAPPINESS COMICS!

I love my country side home.
firewood heat fighting the
gusts of winter wind
breaking through
timber
walls creaking with
the outside wanting
in.

still, the absence of your perfume,
freshly showered hair and
skin, smells like the emptiness I'd
feel alone, deep in the
bowels of
an enemy alien spacecraft
heading
home.

You breathe music.

there's poetry
between your every
uttered word.

you own every room you
enter.
all is a shrine in your

honour.

I see paintings in the shapes of
your blood veins; ocean universes
in your tears.

when you cry, there's no fight.
just whispered discontentment,
comfort is the opposite of

argument.

you beautiful, little beast.
claws constantly concealed.
I kiss your paws.

see right through you.
love
it

all.

Love is not the way your father slams doors,
or the way your mother stays locked behind them at night.
Love is not the way your brother loses his temper,
or the alcohol disintegrating your grandfather's brain.
Despite what you have been raised to believe,
love is not waking up alone on Christmas morning,
or the hand that hit you wiping away your tears.
Love is not the screams of rage on Saturday night
and the singing of hymns on Sunday morning.
Love is not leaving a light on for someone who’s never coming home,
and love is not the empty trust fund with your name written on it.
Love is not the pain you grew up in.
Love is not the pain you grew up in.

Now I notice
how your eyes burn
blowtorch-blue
when you look at love
looking back at you.

they could cut
through iron bars;
set free
the wish to settle down,
caged within men like me.

You wonder why I hate you
when you send me pictures
of the man who messed up me.

You wonder why I'm upset
when you laugh in my face
and mock my brain.

You wonder why I don't talk to you
when you would play on my deficit
to have a companion to fail with.

You wonder why I reacted the way I did
when all you did was mock me,
make fun of me, and use me.

when my son was younger
he asked -

how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain

now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -

how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain


some things don't change.