laugh at the spring
of an innermost bud
sweep into drunkenness
an insensitive buzz
couch surfing hymns

state to state, you in your
least excellent of clothes
still steals the breath away
from the shiniest worn by most
best friends for life, safe from him

hating you
hurts my heart
but loving you
obliterates it

s.s

My heart died before me,
so They bury my thoughts in
with the worms in the ground.

As the first nail shuts the lid,
I gained my consciousness.
I gazed into the impenetrable darkness
of that ancient and complete fear.

A chill burns along my nerves' edges,
As my thoughts clash against my teeth,
of all those words I have not said
I could have said I should have said to you.

As soils shift in and rain seep through
These words rattle in my throat
while you are already away,
thinking not of me.

Blood draining and eyes dilating,
I found new strength in the splinters
of torn skin-- breaking in--
into a world that wants me not

Reborn into a languor of midnight rain,
there I see you kneeling--
eyes teeming with hatred, regret, agony

So we pulled each other in
as the mantle layers above

centuries past, heavens frown,
grounds encased
were our Love in Amber,
our story on parchments,
our hearts pressed
in sedimentary stones.

there’s a little light
peeking through
the small crack
enough to create
a spark, a fire
that will finally
set her free
and make her shine

your words exactly:
"i believe our paths were meant
"to intersect,
"but not to sustain.
"to touch,
"but not to cling.
"to meet,
"but not to unite. "
and i still love you,
despite.

the more I try
to give us color
the more we smudge
and blur altogether