affront your demons
and instead of letting them insult
your cowardice for not going into the dark,  ask them:
why are they scared of coming into the light?

keep me warm
with your hands around my neck
or a sweater of yours,
whichever you prefer.
i’ll trace the places we’ve been on your arm and think this is fate,
it must be your pretty veins.



flashes of roses fly around my head
in a rushing manner but the world does not see your smile.
and i am lost within two thousand lost souls, including yours,
but i feel your hands and i feel safe.

fire.
love tell me a secret.
how long will i sink in an abyss of confusion?
well i guess i’m a bit silly for that question, but that means you are too.
let me rise above the god forbidden clouds and transpire like castles in tiny village.

your voice provides comfort that
i cannot provide myself.
perambulating on perturbation
due to the lack of words your lips provide now;
resulting in the need for a distraction
such as the stinging feeling of alcohol
sleeping in the cool creases of my heart.
immerse yourself in the hazy feeling of being alone
and
be
content
knowing
that
you
are.

to love yourself is an art-
so i let nameless men sketch
their fantasies along my hips
to prove that i am too,
                                                a masterpiece.

**** in an antique wooden frame
that hangs by my throat
gagging on the subject of
                                                 love.

foundation set on skin
concealing the expectations life begins with
rosy nails and acrylic cheeks
mixed up in what we believe beauty to be