Ive fallen a mile before
I think il drop again


If my heart was a compass
You'd be true north

I want to be a villanelle
two repeating lines you see
over and over
and they stick in your brain
i want to be your rule of threes
but the sort that repeats everyday
something that strikes you as you wonder why
you've seen it a thousand times
i wanna be the book of poems
on your bed side table
the one with the flowers on the cover
that you read before bed
i want to be the songs inside your head
I just want to be something
you cannot loose

Intensity in a writer is easy to spot
its in the callus on the finger that braces the pen
Its in the way she cannot breathe
when she looks at you
or until she finishes that line.
It's in the way you lose her for hours
as she writes, or reads, or paints you in poetry.
Its the way she tries to find words
that work better than I love you
Its that her love letters are 4 pages long
its the way she laments not being able to convey
exactly how she feels
its that sometimes her words don't seem to be constructed of ink
but life blood.
and that she is not flesh and bone
but paper and ink
She'll leave bruises with teeth
scratches with too short nails
because for just a moment she wants to consume you
we are all like that
we just want to be in your blood
to infiltrate your mind only for a moment.
It's in that she'll always remember the things that hurt you
every scar you've ever shown.
but not what she had for breakfast
it's her propensity for addiction
she'll say you make her want to be better
do not doubt her
you are the sky, the ink well, the page...
you are every beautiful passage
she doesn't love anything the way she loves words
you are words.... you are the thing itself.
you are the only thing even close in beauty
to the page.

It took me so long to learn
that being in love doesn't mean
holding tight to each others hands
so you both drown
its letting go so you can both swim to the surface
you are so light
like air for breathing.

In bed
The blinds on the window stripe-
Your naked skin in sun and shadow
You breathe
The shades hypnotic bob
You notice my staring
And smile

You are my bitter downfall
I didn't love you first
In fact you came in last
To claim what many have searched for
But none have taken
You came in last,
You came in last
To a land where none have traveled
To be what none have been
You took what you could
You took what you can
You are my bitter downfall
You never thought twice
But I thought a thousand times
Of what I lack
Now that I know you
Now that you know me

Her voice is like home
It's unfair to miss you

In a Poem
You once compared me
To a cactus
I don't know if I can stop
Pricking
And bleeding lovers
But
I want to marry you one day at 35 (or 25)
But
I'l try
But
I'm not a cactus
I'm moss
And I roll
Baby

I'm losing momentum though
And it's too much to ask
You
To be my Sisyphus
I won't do that
Not to you or me
Because im broken
And sometimes sickly
Obsessed with my symptoms
Goodnight
And travel well