you're a bluebird baby with a falcon stare
tell me one more time
about the cat-scratch secrets
hiding beneath the ****** blankets
you wash once a week
that smell maroon and taste copper
with a hint of saffron and poppy,
just to add to the irony
what else have you been keeping from us?
sometimes I wonder if I had found you first
it would have ended differently
but maybe my fingers in your feathery hair
can't ease your hurricane
that we've come to adore and despise
why did I never see it, screaming,
swelling up in there, that human whirlpool
how many nights were you alone?
when did I see you and your sunshine smile
and couldn't feel the gun pressed against your skull
what else have you been keeping from us?
because despite your skyward eyes
you're one step closer to Hell
please, don't take your mending wings too close to Heaven
you're already there

i'd break if You died and there were still flowers

Look at you, invisible against the dark and snowflakes

If you never met me,
would you still be the same?
Do you think of me when its dark
too dark to breathe
and you finally feel everything?
Is it my arms around you?  
Sometimes when I'm sleeping
I can dream of you
body against me and I just thank God
for making someone as purely imperfect as you
because you are,
in every breath and every movement,
metaphysical
If you believed in God
would I be of Him?
And now the snow outside
disappears against you and I'm heating up
my blood's gone rogue and its going to escape
when I think of you, invisible
against the stars

If I don't know where you are
can you at least tell me:
are you warm?

is your brain blinding you when you fall asleep
are there dancing colors in your eyes on dark evenings
what kind of fairies can you see, because
i can see them all
will birds sing you awake in the morning
just because you think they are for you
will single words send you over the edge
and you feel your heart race like you're in love when really
you don't know why this is family, because
i don't know mine
do equations surround you with the warmest of blankets
when the night is too cold to survive with just poetry
do your friends scare you sometimes but that's okay
because they're the closest thing you've got anyway
do you give yourself to die in someone's arms
can you smell the flowers and know how they think
can you use mind control on passers by, because
i think i can
are you swimming in someone's eyes
are you digging for long forgotten gold
are you dying every second of every day
are you a goddess that moves mountains
or a philosopher who moves hearts, because
i am
we all are

why not join us?

these colors taste so sharp
they're stuck in my throat
manic florescent knifes
digging into me
cutting holes in these already rusty pipes
they're clogging up
they're bursting soon
and i don't know when but sometimes
there's that little ***** loose
the jet of stale water strikes
with enough force to cut through me
its a needle
and when people ask about it later
and try to patch it up
the pressure only builds even more
what can i say
no amount of tape can fix this leaking lunatic