The kerosine she
Left behind on my lips was
Something of a dream.

its sad
the way i allowed myself to be treated as an afterthought
but then again
maybe being known as  his sometimes
was better than not being known at all

theres a
crater in the
moon i see
tonight. a
firm reminder
that i am
only good
if im giving.

a man tells
me there are no
trees here, but i
see them all
the time. we must
be in two
different places.

i dont feel like
jumping in front of cars
anymore, at least not
yet, i put my
flaws on hold
to feel 15 again.

i go for a
walk along a
path ive taken
before, many
times even.
i am new
but there is
old blood
in these veigns
that hide deep.

i dont feel like
jumping in front of cars
anymore. i still
remember the
thought, the feeling.
sometimes that can be
enough.

i am in debt to
peace and i owe it
more
than i have.
but its taken
too long to break
even. i scored
no points
and tied the game
still.

you can only see orion
in winter
she says.
i make pretend.
if minds are swords
than i am dull twice over
and she is
battle ready.

i cook a meal
so tender in
the moment.
when it ends i will
crash back
to the bottom
i know.

i get a little
too personal by the fire.
id love to say
i dont care
and mean it,
but that would
be a load of ****.
i am a ***** for
validation i will pay
you for it.

orion died for
sagittarius.
what a beautiful
way to go.

god must be broken
if were made in his image.
i crack the mirror.