he keeps asking
why
I don't write
about him

my dear,
my sweet darling,
it is because
you
do not cause heartache
and pain
like the others did

I do not know
how
to write
when I am in love

she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.

every book
every bird
every poem
every word
another breath
another sigh
a group of people
that possess one mind

this is where i exist
where i wish i didn't
not because i don't feel good
but because i have to feel good

a place for everyone
as long as the mouths stay shut

every morose lyric
every burdening death
every heartbreaking picture
all just pirouettes

letter by letter
verse by verse
a message that's built
a message that has to possess worth

but can i think?
can i fly?
or is this breath of fresh air
just another cry?

Love didn't end wars
It started them

I want to sleep
and never wake up
until everything
is alright.

my life line moves across
your chest
your love line inches towards
my lower back
reading your palms
under the thin covers
summer air blows into our hair
permeating the smell
of grass and warm flowers

we embrace
the unknowable future crushed
between our palms.

This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement
Hard

Everything was
Perfect
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
Perfection
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me