I think you were a dream
Real as anything, but I can’t have it again
You thought your eyes were like the December Pacific Ocean,
Gray
All I saw was green and deep water

You never deserved this palpitating heart that keeps me up in the darkest dark, the brand new you I created was so much better, so much better that you hated him and hated me for creating him and forcing you to see you could choose greatness, and the things for which greatness is made, and the incredible orange happiness of mornings waking up with a yawn into my neck and hair. You hate him because he is the you that you chose against again and again and it is him who sleeps with me at night.

I regret you fully and to the very soul

I returned home at 4 o clock
The latest time I’ve ever known
Through your voice I found my echo
Through your voice I found my home

And in the pitch black, hopeless moments
There’s one place I always go
Your fragile pulse pressed flush against me
Your soul making me it’s own

Cicadas are eating my roses again
I wonder how I ever caught and killed any,
Much less a hoard of seemingly hundreds of thousands
Buzzing, electrocuting my insides, there is so much coal in my stomach now
Face too wet to start a fire
Or do anything possibly useful

Still, these bugs punch holes in my flowers
They have blonde hair
And blue eyes

It’s strange to taste a slap in the face
Feel it through my waist like a slow dance
I wonder if you plant those flowers at every house on the street

I couldn’t explain the way I wanted you

Go ahead and let the bottom take you,
These pieces are better split apart
If there’s anything left that could be called ivory and innocent,
You’ve found it preserved, wrapped up on a shelf in the dark

Then, there are the million shades of green I’ve tasted
Sour, bright, unstable, often man-made
Take me far into something natural
Let me know when you get there safe