He doesn't care
Which parts of me
He rips to shreds
I've never been a part of him
So he has no fear
Of ever pulling himself apart

I'd wished that there'd be magic in me
When I grew out of my pig tails
But
To my surprise
I was just another human
With blood
And Bones
And life to do
So much so
That I forgot about the magic
That I'd wished for all those years ago
And rather wished to be happy
Around these human bones

Simple pleasures
The simpler the better
Simple like your bare arms
They're strong and look it
I longed for purity
And you held me up with them
I could get cavities from this love
No added preservatives
Just
Soft
Fattening
Slow
Lovely
Love

Its all we need

not all poems are deep
some are tiny khoi ponds
of bubbles that pop on our brains
and leak out of our ears
and drip blotchy squiggles on our pages
brain drops
as brains are used to float away
not just to think

I bled out
Repeatedly
Like a broken gum ball machine
tipping over every edge
leaving a mess outside of myself
For every one to see
All is out
I am empty
Living with an internal echo
I have to live with this mess on the floor
Ankle deep
Thick as mayo
Public
Billboard
Of my own thoughts

Time travels
Not through the bounds of time
As only moments exists in moments
The past is but cold seconds that no longer carry breath
The future is to be created at this very moment I write this pins it together
But time travels
And carries us with it
Like dazed passengers on a train
Dumping our belonging out of the windows in hopes of leaving bread crumbs to be followed
But only time travels
And tramples our footprints underfoot
Pushing forward
Mighty
Unstoppable
Unrelenting
Traveling unseen through the night
And as we are dragged along in its side cart
Without knowledge of our own journey
We look down at our present
All we know is now
This is how things are
It was like this yesterday
It most likely be like this tomorrow
Threading along a dimly lit timeline
As time travels

I held a caramelized dream in my hands
Dripping down my arms and soaking my sleeves in sticky juice
Rich golden syrup that drip drip dripped onto my toes
Too sweet to eat
These dreams are bad for you
I held on to it like school books and riches
I held it out before me
As it caught the sterling sun
Glistening hopes
So beautiful
So messy
Ever melting
Ever dripping
Leaking through my fingers
Falling from my palms
Fading from my sight