my heart is strewn
with strikethroughs
erasure marks
faded pictures
and energetic signatures

crystal visions fissured
into fragments

I sift remnants
frayed memorial squares

who we were
when stitched

into the otherwhere

have
the words

burned

on each other’s
tongues

you said
I replayed

between
my ears

and legs

both bums me out
and ignites traces
of magical ether

like emo glitter

how many times
have we about-faced
and walked away?

I mean,
here I am
pt. IV

because every time
I think it's the end

there he is

with something
to blow my mind
and leave my jaw
on the floor

I've realized
I can ignore you
for a little while
get ****** up
in other stories

but then the
electromag compass
pulls at me
it's just this thing
beneath the sternum
wants recognition
beyond eyes

and you are
the truest north
it's ever known
so far

it was never the words
but what they represent:
our scripture, an effigy
to ineffable deities
morphed and mirroring
inside those holy moments

my mind says, **** this ****
but my heart cries, I want some more

to get laid
like, a lot

I just can't...

until I find someone
who can whet my heart

because the letdown
when it's not

I can't wash away
the disappointment