That’s promising
My mom says
And I tuck my chin
Because I’ve never had
Promising*

Promising means you’ll
Stay a while
Through clouded eyes
And whispered enigmas

The only promises
I’ve maintained
Were held tight
By pinkies

Are you really promising?
Or are those just words to me?

As I put my pen on this naked paper,                 words of peace flows through my head.
                  Like a bunch of butterflies.
             When I move my lips as I read,
                      It makes me so glad.
          Glad to hear the voice of poetry and
                        the rythym it has.
                The rythym makes my body
                     Sway left to right.
                           Left to right.
                       Here I am Poetry.
                          I love you poetry.

In the midst
Of a breaking wave
In the stillness
Of the silence
In the darkest
Of mournings
Lightning strikes

Come back and stay please
I know you're wide awake
The city lights aren't changing,
No they're still the same..

oh you could read a new poem
from where my heart got torn..
and we could talk 'till
New Year's Morn...
as I think of,
how to want...
you as just a friend

oh play those records,
replay that first slow song
and tell me what's right
when I get it wrong
and if your chest hurts
we could just...
press. Pause.

No, won't you type back?
with those words i seek
You're my midnight coffee
break, when i'm writing songs,
so to speak...
and I'm singing,
"Oh aren't we just; so,
bittersweet?"

Come back and stay,
please.

When you're up,
I never want to sleep.

Day two and you tell me you love me. And I crave the words so bad that for a second I let them wash over me like it's reality.
But actually, you're just some tool.
But actually, you're not.

Where people use words like alcoholic and *******, I use words like healing and hurt. Too curious about a world that keeps burning you when you reach out the touch it.

I don't see this scary person that you warned me away from. But I see someone I relate to, someone I can easily speak my mind to. Someone who may just be in as much pain as I am but unable to admit it without metaphor.

I've never seen someone write that beautifully and hurt someone else.

Last night I dreamt of you
And it brought back repressed
Memories of shedding my skin
Beneath your cigarette
Stained fingertips

It makes me wonder
About the difference between
Falling apart
And
Falling into place

You showed your teeth
At me in that sly smile
And I cringed

My nerve endings
Were fried
Beneath your fiery palms
And ashtray lips

It makes me think about
Your hands and my blood
Your hands and lighters
Your hands and gunpowder
My hands and your neck

Last night I dreamt of you
This morning I woke up
And washed it away with hot water