painted my dreams in the air, and you were my muse

Between the lines
of now and then,
you’re drawing me
with ink and pen.
Every ridge
and every curve
you’re carving out
what I deserve.
Tangled veins
and knotted hair,
a thunderstorm
of senseless care.
Between the breaths
of God and man-
You’re writing me
just as I am.
With fractured bones
and black-hole eyes,
painted purple,
ringed with lies.
All I am
is what you see
and what you make
is all I’ll be.

I like my wolves in wolf clothing

I saw you in your sheep clothes

But  I also saw the wolf in your eyes

I helped you break free

From this fake haven of rat races

I herded you in with no contemplation