i've no appetite anymore
i've no appetite left
there is no room for hunger
for thirst

no time for sleep

no room
for anything
other than you

there is no other desire
there is no other need
no other darkness or light
no oxygen or otherwise

there are only those
slight curls
rounded imperfect
potential energy
pouring off of the top
of your pretty head

all i can do is gasp for breath

nature, color, symbolism
embodying themselves
in that body of yours
painted on your skin
tattooed on the soul
you are a work of art
my favorite exhibit
such beautiful existence
itself is an anomaly

i have none else to offer
but what's left of me is true

you've really made
quick work of me, haven't you?

is home a place or a feeling?
i feel like an outcast in my own skin and i can't even begin to find the words to describe how your eyes are warmer than any bedsheet i've ever known. my mouth betrayed me. I never know what to say but if i found the strength to say one thing I'd say "please don't leave me"
you're the only door I ever wanted to open