Battered teeth on a broken beach,
I hear the longing for spring.

The sighs are so saccharine I ache.

If I could bring back the breeze
Or return the rising tides,
If I could pull apart the ticking hands
Or ease the throbbing in my sides,
Then spring would bloom only for you.

Each breath is a nail and our body the coffin,
Further from seasons we drift;
With empty eyes and sand in our lungs,
Each breath, you claim, is a gift.


but the sighs are sweet.
and my teeth ache.

There is nothing for me to do
but beg spring to bloom for you.

Ought once,..
Nine times,
wasting nine lives
in the process of falling
through satin space
to feel a wimb
of womb in you,
you said.
I erred, quite more than thrice,
to vice,
one being my vice round you.
Now, pulled apart,
I lay, plastic gripping sea foam,
rocking in waiting for this vice I have on you
to end so galely.
Alcohol depraved,
sweating nights,
are the only lethal comparison I feel I have
having to,
just,
let,
go,
of you.
I know I can be
a tide,
a quake,
a storm,
a snake,
but that doesn't mean that I don't cherish you. Love you...
(I) Dream of a future,
one where we could nurture
more dreams that would ensue.
I know you're not perfect,
and everytime I ****** up,
you gave me arms I craved,
and gave me the clarity you knew I deserved because you showed me
that we were worth it...
You don't deserve someone's best,
by getting their worst.
Their worst
should be monuments above the worst
of the worse,
and what's worse
is I get that know now..
not then,
and only now
do I wish
now, then,
and then, now.