i have been wanting
to read you slow,
to find your smallest
pieces and get to know
their littlest bits.

he tasted faintly of cigarettes and black coffee-
a single kiss satisfied all my vices

You sleep all day
and wonder why
you can't sleep at night.
Close your eyes,
open them,
Say we're in love,
cheat when she's not looking.
Say we're happy,
cry when we're alone.
We are all lying.

they say everything ends.
shall we prove them *wrong?

Twisted sheets, mind on stutter
Unable to sort through this midnight clutter
Put it away for tomorrow
But what to do with my gnawing sorrow?
I circle soft blue on color book pages
Hoping the repetition eventually assuages
The raw edged reality of lonely dark hours
Filling the void with Crayola flowers

I wrote you a love letter today,

If you listen close enough
You'll hear the gentle drumming of my heart beat
Inside the envelope.

Don't drop it.
Open it gently.

Inside you will find
Chemical solutions, black
Ink on a page, a heavy handed mass
Of words, slotted carefully between each other,
Lines saturated in love.
Hand crafted works of art
An attempt to articulate and communicate
The fires you send swimming through
My veins, the tsunamis you send
Tripping of my tongue.

Scribbled confessions of just how much my body aches for your touch.

Don't drop it.
Open it gently.

It is yours.
It has always been yours.
I have always been yours.