It's black and muggy....

a little bit of black ice
to burn my tongue

A hint of lemon
for that sour, exotic flavor

I sip and swallow
cough and puke..

A glass in one hand, a box of matches in the other
a flame, a warm feeling in my throat

and an unquenchable thirst....

Looking back
If I knew how much you would
Mean to me
I never would've looked at you twice.
Looking back
If I knew how much this goodbye would hurt
I never would've said hello

some things need not be saved,
damp and inexclusive. only
the brave are kept.

others are filed away ready
to be disposed of some day.

some things are burned in
the garden, a small incinerator,
smoke pluming.

the photograph.

this does not mean
i love you.

sbm.

How stupid of me.
To think that something good
Could stay and be mine.
How stupid of me
To think that I deserve to be loved,
How stupid of me to fall so hard
So fast.
Cause almost everything that falls
Breaks

while I chase the sunshine
& clouds framing the
shape of your mouth like
who am I to think she can fly or
get that high
but it's Sunday.
I am
asking the air a favor
that your thinnest shirt might
remind you of me
that the next time you run
the sun could burn you some
that we might get a drink and
blink a thousand times in a bar
is nonsense
is
weekend news
like a shovel to help make your pretty bed
call me your
friend and
tell her yes
wake up again and against it
ask me
if I am
in love

I believe
That when you get close to someone
They then own
A part of your heart.
But then
When everyone leaves
There's nothing left of you.

He was the sunshine in my rain
And when it became a monsoon
He simply smiled wider.