Green eyes telling you lies.
Brown eyes painfully seeking the truth.

Green hides, loathing, despondent.
Green is actually blue, the darkest shade perhaps this is true.

Brown discloses, inflamed, aggrieved.
Brown cannot discern the truth, troubled mind resides.

Green wants dissolution

My friends have cross tattoos
Verses on wrists and calves,
Hands pierced with nails-
Symbols of a love craved.
But never found; not where
It was promised. Some doors
Don't open, despite the desperate knock.
So we draw the door on our skin.
We're getting closer now,
My friends and I, closer to a life
Without end, to love without condition.
This love we were on our skin

Are we still here
Are we still loving.
Were we as lost as they said?

I tried to lay with another sin
But all I could exhale was your name

Pry you out of my mind
You can't love a ghost

How tragic our narrative must be

To experience a love story
Without ears to listen

The wolf in my heart will never let the world see the lamb in my soul,

But sometimes you see it in my eyes

I've faced my demons
   and for some reason they
           all looked like me

They say it takes seven years
for your body
to become new,
maybe then the imprints
of your fingertips
will no longer be
burnt into my skin

I pressed my head against the cool glass
My hand imprints the humidity that lingers there

The could that never would dances in the reflection of my bloodshot eyes

I was so close.

She spoke with such
sadness,
did she not know
I could resolve the
sadness?

I told you from the start
I disappear when it gets cold
But you found a way to keep me here
With a body to hold

And I think of you
When I am drunk in the road in front of your old house
I miss what you do to me
When I needed you and blacked out

I miss you darling
Yeah I guess I'll say it
I know I'm a fool

I used to hide your name
In my line breaks -
When you left town,
I reached out through
Smokescreens and similes.
I used to hide my secret,
Placed it delicately
Within my pining,
A secret only sapphics
Would decipher -
When I wrote about flowers,
I was describing the way the breeze
Caught each strand of your hair
In the sun's gaze;
When I went on about the wind,
It was an attempt to capture
Your scent
Mixed with the ocean breeze
That one week you
Went away with me.

Teasing and testing me,
You let clear water ripple
Around your naked form,
In front of me for the first time.
Your whispers sent shivers
Through my shoulders,
Years spent yearning enough
To override my senses.
There were no tide pools
Deep enough to prepare me
For your beauty as the moon
Threw shadows across your face;
I wish I had been brave enough
To dive straight in back then.
A few years and states away;
The months blur together now,
The moon cycles shifting
Seemingly faster every time.
I wonder if you dare
Ask yourself, what if?
When you see her,
Full and bright above you.

Two is a number
Until you meet someone then
It's your destiny

My bones are
caging me into skin that
No longer
feels like a
home