That faith or fear,
Heaven or hell,
Your dispositions.
Feeding on you.
Carress your angel,
Demon'll subdue.
Louden your courage,
Poltergeist'll squelch.
Demons, not above
your head. You,
a conduit to soul.
You embossom
universe.

i am not ashamed of the parts
you saw of me
you should be ashamed
of what you did with them

It’s OK if he goes
it’ll be OK if he leaves
I know he will go somewhere better
so it’s OK if he goes
....
I wish he would stay  
I wish you, would stay
it’s OK if you go
but I so wish you would stay

A tide of doubt has swept my words

And covered them with sand

A cold and lonely beach

In some forgotten land

Sometimes I wonder
If thieves plunder
Just to be wanted
To be chased and haunted
For the alternative is worse
Unwanted is the true curse

I fell in love with a dream,
and then I woke up.
It felt like a gut punch.
I wanted so badly for
the dream to be real,
but it wasn't.

The antonym for
dream is
reality.
And the reality
was
that she could
never love me
like I loved her.

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.