Float on the surface
A little game
Print my name
when you like cursive
A crooked arrow
When you like straight
**** at this rate
Because I can't think
Of anything I'd prefer
Than being subject
To your allure
Replace
The blue model
With A nicer face
Slow
Scarcity

A boy in a hammock
Lovingly like a monster
I reach my lacy fingers
a little closer.
A thread
gets caught on the piece
of peace
that somehow ends
up in my pocket.

I give him the key to lock it
and tell my lacy fingers
to just stop it.

Don't come closer
I've created a bed of butterfly wings:
all the things
I tried on
but didn't fit
all the wrongs
don't equal the rights
night spent
trying to be the dragon
he chases
all the faces
dissolve into scars.

I never told you
one time I said
I love you
and meant it.
Nothing a couple pills won't fix.
I never told you,
but oil and water don't mix.

Blank faces gather
boredom with being human
so I pretend
I'm that dancer
he chose instead.

He loves her
when he isn't himself
holding the reins
protecting the top shelf
with layers of barbed wire
but he doesn't know
I like to bleed

A daisy chain
grazes scars lined up like dominos
I long to tip forward
a collapse upon collapse
a tumble down a long hill
down a long eyelash in the wind
your ebb
flow
weave
for this I heave
the mountains and streams aside

Wanting
And letting
I draw spirals around them
With sugar molecules and smoke
Poke fun at my addictions
When it is really only one
Ton of metal
Calling my name.
I look for the same
But find a lot of different
I look for words...
Why are you sad?
Why did she get cancer?
It's the same answer.