the pull of the
moon

the light of the
sun

the beat of a
heart

the becoming of
one

I trace the lines on
your back

as if they are a
map

to lead me to a
hidden land

the reach of an
arm away

how long are you going
to stay with me?

forever.

forever.

forever.

I want to go home.
I never liked this rotten earth
Its hungry, grabbing hands
Scraped psalms into my palms
Tore feathers from my tattered back
And little by little
devoured them all.

My halo broke.
shine long swallowed by rust-
decay, dust-black with greed
Comes creeping in a dream
To hide what little shine is left
And little by little
Black out my heart.

A quiet hymn.
I wrote all on my own
I screamed it to the ceiling
And carved it to my bones-
Deep inside my skin, inside my soul
But little by little
I’m forgetting the words.

For your lips
To press against mine
A little moment
Away from the chaos
A little breath
Star-light to my heart
A little touch
Blue thrum in my veins
Oh,
My love
I’d walk a mile

It’s ok, It’s just my heart
I whispered to the mirror
With no one there
to dry my tears
Except my wry reflection

Words will never break my bones
Although they’ll always hurt me
I’ve cried the ocean
Shore to shore
But somehow I’m still floating.

I clung to jagged rocks of
pain
So that I wouldn’t drift
And although the waves tore to the bone
They couldn’t break my grip

I’d rather die than be alone
But sometimes I can’t hide
From the tsunami born of emptiness
That gnaws at my insides.

BLOCK IT ALL OUT.
SING TO SILENCE
******* TONGUE
GIVE IN TO VIOLENCE.
BURN ALL THE ART
BREAK THE BANK
DESTROY MY HEART
TIL I’M ME AGAIN.
Scatter its bones.
Bind the hands.
Blind its eyes
Remove the fangs
Turn the hurt
Into something new
Close my eyes
Hide the light from you.

There was something innocent in his touch
It was if he
Found something in me
That he'd been thirsting for
It was if he
Was losing himself
And didn't care.
And oh
I loved him, I loved him
In that moment I loved him and
I didn't want to let him go.
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I don’t want to love anybody. But you make it hard.
I’m always
Obstinate,
Walls so tall i hardly remember what’s underneath
But little by little, I’m cracking apart
If I could tell you what I want to say
When i cut my words off at the tongue

It would sound like

I don’t want to write love poems anymore. But you make it hard.
My fingers itch to find the words my mouth cannot;
Oh!
if I could tell you the things I think
When that crooked smile turns me into Sunlight

It would sound like

I don’t want to feel anything. But you make it hard.
Even on my emptiest days I can’t help

That painful trembling in my chest
That anticipates your touch,
And oh, if you knew the golden, honeyed heat
That spreads through me each time we meet

It would sound like
A little prayer
A little wish
For you to love me too.