Its wild in here

yet so peaceful

your love has made a forest out of me

Let me be plain
yesterday's pain
which we often disdain
is not suffered in vain

we have this impression
our pain from this session
which seems never to lessen
is an un-needed lesson

now this ain't no blow
but when emotions do flow
they will help you to grow
in more ways than you know

I know it's no thrill
when your heart hits the grill
it's a most bitter pill
but you still gotta chill

I think of how easily I could **** people far too wistfully and far too often. I don't fantasize about a boy sweeping me off my feet the way I used to anymore, I daydream about killing the people who hurt me so badly I can't be fixed. I don't think that's a good thing.


half the time,



the person who broke me so badly who I want to **** is myself though.

the words that
leave your
mouth don't
die once they
hit the air:

they sink
into my head
and i carry them
there.

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

Eyes narrow, beady
Heart green, seedy
Unextinguishable fire

Writing a thousand
angst filled lines
isn't soothing
my ache

Is anyone there where my breath
tattoos the sky?

Is the mist that I see really me?

Does fate evaporate all trace,
even memory?

Can I cast out a line to
catch time?

If I read the good book will I
learn each twist and turn?

Will the road
that I take,
make me a better man?

If I look and still leap will you
rock me to sleep?

Thoughts that keep me hungry.