what if we're just
disembodied hands
clawing at a smokescreen
*the illusion never shatters.

so many kinds of writers;
some with stars in their eyes and
souls on their sleeves;
some, with stony stares
and a voice that thrives in silence.

There's comfort in crashing
or so you said,
I've crashed and burned
and risen up again,
but I like rock bottom
just as much as floating on clouds,
being in the pits is easy
no reason to get out,
I've lost myself

It may hurt to tell ourselves the truth
To seek out our imperfections
And mark them not for reproof
But for the chance to self-improve
It may sting to hear the facts
May cause our spirits to crack
But we can build our foundations back
And be better for the truth
Cause we are never better for its' lack

I see how white light startles.
I snapped a pic and she spun in circles.
She wanted a photograph
to cover her mother's epitaph,
so she could have a laugh.

She smoked to get away -
but this isn't what'd she say,
exhaling, "All we are is carbon
and a lack of empathy."

We blended into hues of
microwave dinners
and church alters.
I used to tell her to go
just to halt her.

We prayed to get away -
but that's not what we'd say,
whispering, "Help us be more
than carbon and a lack of empathy."

Clothes: to compose
The furtive, lone
Pillar of bone
To some repose.

To let hands shirk
Utterance behind
A pocket's blind
Deceptive smirk.

To mask, belie
The undue haste
Of breast for breast
Or thigh for thigh.

To screen, conserve
The pose, when death
Half strips the sheath
And leaves the nerve.

To edit, glose
Lyric desire
And slake its fire
In polished prose.

Ignore her lies
Ignore her wrist
Just pretend
That she doesn't exist
Watch as she falls
It's not that hard
She isn't the girl
That you'd typically miss

It's not those,
Those rich deep dark brown eyes,
Or that messy hair,
It's that smile,
And how they would meet up
And align ever so perfectly to the wrinkles by your eyes,
Or how that goofy little laugh of yours,
How I fell for that-
Dreamy look in your eyes,
How you made it look so effortless,
I dream of it,
It's been a year
It's been,
Been,
Been a tough time,
Cause my phone can't seem to stop thinking bout you either,
Auto correcting your name,
It's been,
Been,
Been a tough time,
As if my phone has been telling me,
As if it's tell me I'm crazy,
Crazy for still thinkin about you again,
Or maybe cause I can't seem to forgive you,
Perhaps forgive myself,
The things you said,
Even those that were kind,
Made me realize,
That you weren't so bad after all,
Those words haunt me,
Cause if you believed all those things that you said,
Why didn't you try,
It's been,
Been a tough time cause what you left me with was,
"It's better late than never" -right?