They say to go your own way
And then they say not to take chances
Be an individual
But don't be too weird
Because if you're too far out there
Or if you dream too much
They tell you to grow up
And when you do
If you listen to them
They tell you to loosen up
Undo your tie
Take a breather
So right now
I'm stuck
Between
Deep
Breaths
And
Self-induced
Suffocation

I woke with your laughter pounding in my eyes.
It was as if I had swallowed a grapefruit whole
and my breaths were determined to defeat each other.
Your name never did sit right on my tongue.
Your tongue, however, is another story.
I miss you with five of these useless senses
and I find myself dancing around your shadow
in dust you kicked up when you spoke our confession:
This is not meant to be.
How many of those fifteen hundred moons
did you look up to with longing?
How many stars witnessed our passion,
and on which of them did you wish to be free?
I can't look at you without tasting envy
of whoever will one day be home for your skin.
It is coating my tongue,
filling the awkward places where your name used to be.

I want to bite you
Kiss your neck
leave a mark
let you do the same
I need to feel that pain
I'd arch my back
From the lack
Of feeling that
You'd hear the moan
Come from my throat
And stiffle it with kisses
Cause you know I miss this
I miss you
And what we do
I miss your touch
I'm always in your clutch
You control my emotions
Make my body feel awoken
It's why we're meant to be
I only wish that you could see
(m.p.)

Namesake factories
throats built for
circumstance
going to be involved
character
dealt upon a crap hand
dealership
fighting a feasibly sliced
stack of chance
allotted with time
and pollution
that's why I love
simple
perfect
even for sensitive skins

4/27:
your fingers still trace circles
on my hipbones. i feel them
every time i move. i want
your mouth on my skin,
your words on the tip of my eardrum.
i miss you. i see you every day.

5/4:
your touch fades away with
every shower i take. grime
takes its place. i pray
for you to wash it away.

this isn't funny anymore.

5/11:
i crave you in every move
i make. i crave nothing more
than i crave you. i crave
my nose in your neck, i crave
the way your voice cradles my name.

i crave nothing more than i crave you.