Tiers set to impress
Stress best the tears and ***
Together or separate
Still a well coveted mess

But the best of the rest
Catch death by way of breath
Followed closely by movement
From the mouth, teeth, and neck

Word upon words
Precipitate from pain
Chasing hollow hope-ways
Where fears fall free like rain

Yet while the inner chapel's laughter
Does mock every sinner's chapter
Internal combustion musters
The will to breathe soon after

Lilly is a flower by any other name
She follows her group and she is the same
Exterior like metal
Interior like lava
And a heart that is melting magma
She’s never felt anything other than hate
Ever since the grim reaper took her mother on the date
Her father drinks
Glasses clink and crack and
Break like her bones under metaphysical weight
And the constant worry that she will be late
This month like last
Pregnant teens are trash
Lilly is a flower in a garden of weeds
Smoke leaves her lips in white satin sleeves
Leaves bruises on her hips
As his anger seethes
And the high in her brain will never leave
But pesticide is poisoning
And despite her broken voice she will sing
A song from the garden
Her heart will harden much like her exterior
Metal
Treble Clef
Tattooed on her wrist
Treats her skin like a violin
Sawing at fictitious stings
Screams cry out like a canary sings
She hangs by her neck like chains on children’s swings
Lilly is a flower that unfortunately
Wilted

I am a terrible dancer.
But for you I would dance,
I would twirl and spin and slide,
to whatever music you gave me
my clumsy clomping feet would suddenly
for a moment be graceful,
just for you.

I am a terrible singer.
But for one glance of your smile
I would climb each stumbling, soaring note
I would belt out my love for you
singing along to the radio in our car
tremulously letting song fill me,
just for you.

I am a terrible writer.
But I compose this poem out of
nothing but love for you
-- because I have nothing else --
and I'd rearrange the alphabet
a thousand times over
til it forms the words I want,
just so, on the page,
just for you.

I am a terrible artist.
But I would cut my heart and bleed
my love for you to paint with;
my body to be a sculpted statue
a monument of ******* and hips and desire
only for you.

I am a terrible lover.
But all I can say is that I try, with all my might
for you to know my love, feel my love
and not just when we are entangled in each other but
even when we walk side by side down the street,
when my fingers brush yours unexpectedly,
in the way you rub your eyes when you are tired
and the way you stare at me for so long I get uncomfortable,
saying, "I just like to look at you."

I see you and my love is
always for you, always with you,
a glow of me in all you do because
I am standing on this cliff edge and
it's too late, it's too late
I've given you all of me, and even if it
destroys me
there's no coming back

Everything I do, I do for you.

She was so alone

filling the oceans of my heart

as it turned to stone

lay her down

atop the moonlight

drain her out

absence of light

so ******* cute when she fights

and i still feel

the echoes of the tide

and i still kneel

to her strong side