I hate you and the way you ruin people that love you and how well you lie without blinking and I hate how miserably you fail at trying and the way you try but trying isn't changing unless you change what you've been trying to change and you're just no good at trying only good at hating and breaking beautiful things and taking things that make you want to just ******* take your life and break it by tearing out the seams of this waking curse of a dream inside the nightmare where you belong in an un-followed hearse lovingly dead to the ongoing muttering of persons who hated you and to whom you must have hated too you stupid fool how we hate what you do and who you are and I hate that you are dying and untruthful and I hate what you did and what you didn't do and I hate that you spread hatred and dam sweet rivers and leave trails of love in broken pieces but the happy people don't mind it and tell you to forgive yourself with big sloppy smiles and don't see the dark clouds inside you and you hate them all too don't you yes each slop-filled one of them and I have a feeling that you hate my writing this down for people to see but not as much as I hate that you're me.

Sitting on the porch
cigarette smoke swirling
all around.
The darkness is only lit by
hundreds of fireflies
and that little burning ember.
I remember you reaching
for my hand, electrifying.

"Look into my eyes"
I could tell you wanted
me to see something.

I remember like it was yesterday.
Endless pools of suffering with
so much amount of heartache
I could almost feel the daggers
in my chest.

Just another name scribbled in the corner of my notebook.

I'd love to be your beltloops

                                             *so you'd come to me first when you're nervous

I only want you if you're damaged
I haven't got the time to figure out where all of your faults are.
I want to see them clearly displayed all over
Your body.

Pure
Perfection

The taste of you on my lips
The weight of you pressing up against my body

Clothes strewn from the door to the bed
Warm hands slowly moving from one place to the next

Everything is so fast, yet so slow
We are one, yet two separate people

Entangled in the sheets
we are dancing a dance only two lovers know