You are my tangerine,
Brimming bitter-sour
Across the wretched, dusty room.

And you brought me
An orange touch of sun
Glitter glowing on my skin.

To wake wide in the morning,
Curtain dances with fresh air
Into my smoker's lungs.

Even to my deathbed remains
The scene of you that will
Leave me between the walls

Of longing and regret.
And to my morning sunlight,
I will never become better.

I say to you, my tangerine,
You are my very will to live,
And to die, if I cannot save you.

I thought we would be done by now.

But I keep finding more of you
between the lines
and more of me
between the letters.

Mark down
the seconds between
the flash and boom

That's the distance
True love blooms

I went looking
for my mother's grave;
it took me two weeks to find it,
and when I did, I was standing
on it; I actually looked around
to see if anyone else saw
what I had just done

You became the very thing
That drove your mother to madness

I‘m a man they said

calm and composed
For when I speak these knives come out
cutting the air on its way

For my lips are the whestone
sharpening the blade these words are
whenever I speak my heart

For the pain I carry is the dark obsidian
forming the edge
where I would fall from

Destructive with intention to love
No one but myself to blame
A monster created out of the soul of a saint