beware the dreamboat
the end is a trainwreck

My ears are burning up
I'm running out of breath
Is this love?
or maybe death?

    —Just two friends in a theatre
    with one falling for the other

Perfection exists
in the form of blue eyes
two arm thick waists
and Malibu skies

Perfection exists
in thick sultry words
free of fallacy
too undeterred

What is good?
What is true?
Is it raw?
Is it you?

Away from your screens
Is it fleeting? Does it linger?
(Perfection exists—
not any longer)

Your arms are wrapped around mine
My name is the one you call
When nightmares crawl on your back

and yet here I stand wondering
where did I go wrong
why am I
the one alone