My depression plays a game of red light green light.
I'm ok until I'm not.

Am I wrong for dipping my toes into these
depths before I dive?
Don't you dare tell me to love him when
you are not the one still coughing up water from
that last time you went headfirst into dark waters.
Love is a life raft on an ocean but honey it's to dangerous to
be dangling when you don't know how to swim.

the world is e.n.d.i.n.g
every. second, is. fleeting.
minutes. become empty pockets
of moments. no longer,able. to, support
existence;
those. who .see
each; br,eath ,as a tick. on their own
clock; reminding them that
they too are
ending.
run, from. their lungs.
forgettin to. let e a c h insta.nt
take hold, of their. flesh.
because,
even. if father time.  has claws,,, that
lea.ve scars.
at least, etched into their
bones. would be, the
smiles, wide enough.
to convince, the man on. the moon
to. hold, back night,fall. a little longer
letting. this brief, lifetime, linger.
and the ,laughter. that rippled; time, into
deep wrinkles. of prol,o.nged being.
scratches, that. symbol victory's, over. time's
elusive game.
so that. when. our, clocks run. out of time
we can, be winners. without
being the first to the finish line.
leave. our, bodies behind.
as, time capsules.
filled, with. the lives
.claimed
by, patient.
eyes.

Do not call me pretty.
Flowers are pretty.
And if pretty is what you're buying,
my heart is not refundable, when you find thorns.
I would think that because you said you loved me,
that maybe would would have realized that I am more the five letters.
Do not call me pretty.

Cyclonic is your kind of adjective;
I suppose I was born to love storms
like you.

I could never really keep my hands to
myself. Nor my mouth. Or my words.

I love you like hurricanes love destruction
and mornings love reckoning.