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Aug 2020 · 108
silhouette
cg Aug 2020
you want the silhouette
you want two things to be true
May 2020 · 128
/ eternal sunshine /
cg May 2020
feels like a blonde memory /
strong /
my hand over your smaller hand /
begging /
close your eyes /
dream /
we might never see this again /
May 2020 · 125
The Hermit Crab
cg May 2020
The Prodigy of Sensitivity (the hermit crab)
crawls through the sand
away from another lover--
May 2020 · 112
belief
cg May 2020
I believe in the life we can't (express)
the night's confidence in a coin;
a few drops of drink
and your skin has already left you
in search of something better.
Apr 2020 · 158
late night drive
cg Apr 2020
me in my car,
twirling around this place,
a little soul here,
I keep spinning,
I keep looking,
for that road,
where my other life was from--
aren't you in this place?
Mar 2020 · 129
WINTER, EVERY YEAR
cg Mar 2020
There was winter,
every year.
every year,
around New Years,
there would be a house party
or a bar
where someone would eventually yell:
"Close the door!"
and when the door was opened,
the bricks that were left behind
would be colder,
and whatever walk was left for the people
would make them the same.
Mar 2020 · 123
Winehouse
cg Mar 2020
I cant believe I snorted you!
I cant believe I’m the new AMY, playing with fire
Until it burns the **** outta me!
Write about lovers, write about lover who
Left left left, no wait she stayed and you left? You gotta write about that,
Whattakid, just leaving girls he has no business leaving, lemme teach you about
LEAGUES, leagues guy,
Why did you think you could play around like you were a God,
*******, how about I leave you with everything
cg Jan 2020
kiss me
christen
my virginity, put me
on a plane in the night
and oh, tell me I’m flying—
make me forget those lights
were invented for darkness
and invent some love
for me.
Jan 2020 · 94
Untitled
cg Jan 2020
I couldn’t look anymore
I couldn’t live
I could I just
couldn’t
Jan 2020 · 86
soft
cg Jan 2020
i cant hug
myself
so my
heart is blue.
I crave
the womb
the dark jazz
that sprinkles winternight
on rough grass.
i am a bathroom light left on
a bothersome memory
bleaching courage.
everything as weak as this
will fade
everything as soft as this
cant last
Jan 2020 · 101
a letter for later
cg Jan 2020
Dear Time Thief -

I wrote this about you stealing
my hopes. I am exasperated.
You can't just throw things away
and expect people not to chase them.
I run good you god
**** pick pocket.
I bet if you didn't live in the past
I would've caught you
by now.
Jan 2020 · 112
nothing
cg Jan 2020
if there is nothing over the edge ,
i wonder if i can get my thoughts back
from there ?
Dec 2019 · 215
Text Messages
cg Dec 2019
i screen my phone for dopamine
a hit of pixels
to soothe.

messages from you
are cradled in my fist.
Dec 2019 · 180
the street
cg Dec 2019
the street knew
i am
to who i run

a curb
a breath
that’s all i am
Dec 2019 · 128
on sleep and the afterlife
cg Dec 2019
no one gets there without
                                  
                             ­     falling,
                                                           
    ­                    no one

wants to see (a ghost)

                                           unless she is

a premonition
Dec 2019 · 224
My Favorite Color
cg Dec 2019
Surface-sea:
look up at me.
Tilted towers fall down down
like they forget they were built. Even
crazy men seek more crazy;
bugs hide in corners.
Blood rushes and runs from being blue
but that’s my favorite color.
Dec 2019 · 121
takes
cg Dec 2019
TAKE ONE
I forgot how many times I asked to take

TAKE TWO
I forgot how long forever takes
Sep 2019 · 129
c o 2
cg Sep 2019
lonely, hotbox room
             high off my own c o 2
nostalgia potent.
             the walls reek
of self-pity
Jun 2019 · 181
Posters
cg Jun 2019
Below
my beautiful
dark red twisted
poster,
she takes off
her poker face, and
wears my hands
like a choker.
I'm close
to you,
but closer still
I slide
lower.
Let go
of everything except
my pillow. Be
risky **** nasty.
Give me
your hamstrings
and sing until
we stain
the sheets every
day every
week.
May 2019 · 1.1k
"Mine"
cg May 2019
My heart beats around the word "mine"
Like it might explode.
Maybe "my own"
Could curl around your curls and
Name you safely.
May 2019 · 307
NyQuil
cg May 2019
Nighttime and NyQuil go perfect with the promise of
Fall
Asleep on pillows made of feathers—
There’s no way this is a downer, soft as Downy, drift me gently to dark
Lights off
I could get addicted, drown if I want to

But I will stop—

It’s just two pills
How could blood spill or a heart break or the cold chill?
Watch:
my veins to silk,
my bones to milk,
under a quilt that’s like a hug to me.

I know a luxury when the feeling creep.

I’m warm-blooded, I love it, I love it,
I love
Anyone who helps me sleep.

— The End —