inhale
exhale
skin breathes
your scent envelopes me
i'm choking on every word that
i've never said and i begin
to spit shattered shards
of thoughts into the
palms of my
hands
and this is
when you notice
me heaving and you
roll over onto your other
side facing the steady walls
so you can be a 33 year old man with no
attachment to an 18 year old who mistakenly
emptied herself into your salivating, ravenous
mouth and you inhaled me with such
pleasure it almost had me thinking
that perhaps i mistook your
distance for sadness
as soon our time
holed up in the
nostalgia
of your home town
would come to an end
and maybe your feelings grew
much taller than even our abhorring of
love and strings being tied to you and
anyone else but i think now i understand
that inside of you is a tragic, drafty cavern
filling it all the way up with every thing you're
not has become such a habit that when your wolf-like
eyes rested upon something youthful and impressionable
it was simply second nature for you to devour all of me and
then leave me with a cavern of my own, you know i've seen
a mirror since we had to part ways and if i hadn't known
any better i would've said that i've started to grey
around the edges and my teeth looked rather
sharp, if i looked a little closer i may have
even said there was a canine-like
resemblance that now suits me
beautifully, naivety is dead.

Oversized cars drive down the streets,
Oversized humans sit within them barely stressing their feet.
Park benches lay empty each afternoon,
Kids are sheltered in their boring cocoons.
The description of fun now-a-day is a mystery,
What are kids doing when they ditch their class of history?
Do they go out to their cars to light up a bowl?
getting high today seems like an every day goal.
But do they realize the toll that their delivery to their body?
Filling their lungs with  coal and acting a little sloppy.
Or does having does fun on weekend include getting drunk?
Drink this handle of Captain Morgan "its time to get krunk"
what happened to those days where you would go out and play?
Getting lost in the maze when you were in the fifth grade.
Then going back to your friends house to jump on the trampoline.
When you would dress up like a queen and make a fine dinner cuisine.
When your pants would be stained green from sliding on the grass.
And you'd have a wet spot from the damp field on your ***.
That use to be the definition of fun.
Now I hear of kids going to school with a gun....
Something needs to change,
because kids these days are morally insane.

she is my inspiration.
motivation,
concentration,
my rejuvenation,
i will make a declaration
for this infiltration
of exhilarating exaggeration,
of our joining corporations.
while your vibrations
trigger my salvation of
sensational temptation.
like a starvation that you feel on
a beautiful vacation.
this flirtation of adaptation
that we take into notation
without any negotiation
of our confirmation that we
apply in applications
in calibration
with our wildest aspirations.
our conversations make me
feel dehydration
like my education is an exclamation
its not an estimation of our escalation.
this desperation
our correlation is stronger than any  confederation.
you're the most beautiful creation,
and you deserve one hundred standing ovations.
i love you