sometimes it’s hard
hard to breathe
my mind will seethe
with my own disregard

and a lack of empathy
for everyone and even me
because I’m a detainee
of my very own body

Still

And
Strangely so
It seems

As if
the splendid
Earth lay wait

Inert
in barefoot,
open-door
propensity
suspended


Then to
this end abide
by quiet rules

Take mind to ****
the unintended
word that turns
through all of this

But know

I miss you

Still

The world meets my brain in acidic red
Puffy-eyed, childlike, wrong side of the bed
Swollen feet fumble for steps that seek only
To placate the mind for each baby bird moment

My golden track winds out to the sea
But it's empty
And I'm riding the much simpler bronze one
And not making it easy
Let this be our secret
We messed up, so quick
Pile on the dirt
And don't mark my grave

I'm just smart enough
for it to **** me up,
and just sane enough
to know it.

i just remember her lips
the way that every word could be made sweeter
as the soft air that forms
is held on her velvet tongue for ever mili-seconds
and is pushed forward with her breath
that gives me life