Does my face show what is truly felt by my heart?
Do my eyes reveal what is hidden inside?
Can he see through me?

What does he think?
What does he say?
Can he hear me even when I make no sound ?

I don't and won't pursue no longer
He is happy it seems and that all that matters
Can he feel me giving up?

What was it about you?
Off in my mind dreaming that i would have you
What was i thinking?

Whatever it was it's gone now
Off to some distant guy who will crush on you
Wow, thats all i can say just WOW

I wonder how one who lives by the sea
can ever truly believe that love doesn’t exist.
Do you not see the desperation in the way
the waves pound endlessly to the shore?
They crash deliriously on the rocks,
and it reminds me of how I want you:
infintely, eternally, like the stars.

I am so tired of this sick, dysphoric feeling I get in the pit of me,
a dull ache in my bones.
I keep going:
I purse my lips and choke on my flowery words.
I won’t pretend to be a poet anymore.

I’m sorry, but I don’t want you to just love me ironically,
or kiss me sarcastically,
or undress me metaphorically.
I want this to be honest and pure.

I don’t need a love song sung at dawn,
or towers built in my honor.
Sunsets and moonlight are not for you, I understand.
I just want to feel you breathe against me in timed rhythms.
Rise, peak, fall.
I need this.

i want to burn like those cigarettes you smoke

light me up and i’ll fade to ashes

cast a silhouette of yourself onto my skin

because i want to feel your edges in the dim light

your languid movements are like a dying language

that we still remember how to speak

your body is a staircase

and i will climb

until i forget what i was running from

i need you to fight against my skin until i remember that i am whole

you broke me and i just laughed

i kept looking for stars in the city at night but they never showed up

and loving you is looking for something i cannot find

every time you speak to me, you open even more of my wounds

and the hole in my chest rips me in half when you look like that

i think about the times that i wrote your name underneath my skin at night

and the sheets clung to me as i starved for a dream that would take me to you

you were never mine, even as i woke up with my bones screaming inside my body

and i know you could never have reached that deep anyway

you told me all hearts are broken, and that’s before you broke mine