deeply sorry,
i am that
i can’t bleed
a little bit more...

i’m cursed
with escapism
when i care
too much
that i can’t bear to see
the hurt

if it takes a bullet,
to stop your hurt—
then i shall take it
with pride

lay your vices out
on my lap,
we’ll look through them like
old photographs—

and in final moments
i let it slip,
i promise i’ve never
settled for companionship

Sitting in an abyss of my own creation,
as the wax of my last candle drips burning down my hand,
and I wonder:
what would I see if I blew it out?

As Atlas rises above the world
He looks down
and kneels

As you enter the bottleneck
You give in to the flow
and yield

so many trickling drops
running down icicles,
sky matching the startling blue
i see in your eyes.

when the horizon
blends into the snow
and the trees slice through it
like lightning bolts,

snow will be warm in my touch
melting still,
on my bare fingertips
exposed to the elements.

i stumble through the dense woods,
leaving the clearing
to be shaded in and sheltered
by the forest’s river

dead silent.
i look around again,
just the icy expanse of startling blue
i see in your eyes.

you kiss me while we stand
waist deep in the river
and melt away downstream,
like the snow i thought... we thought

we weren’t