no bad habits
no habits at all
I'm safe
I'm trapped
unharmed
skin unbroken
I'm okay
but I am
not well at all

brushing sand back and forth
I wonder where your eyes rest
drinking in the possibilities
that yearn to exist
anticipation
of a rising tide
hopeless hurry
because in the end
I can't be satisfied

why do you do it, if it won't last?
it will just get destroyed in the end

well,
don't we all?

*yet we persist

dissect me into pieces
mathematical
manic
make me
make sense
solve the pieces
like a puzzle
break me
then make me
intact
but I'm not built
of numbers and facts
when you filed my edges
you created gaps

4 o'clock blues
soften the edge of inspiration
dull the blade
I use
to shave off the sadness

for your thoughts
for your wishes
for our distance
for your kisses
for clichés
for the comfort
for 365 days
for many more
for silly honesty
for seasons slipping by
a dozen, bright red roses
for a love that keeps us
high

when you read this
please consider
cutting the *******
just tell me your truth
crush this ridiculous
daydream
that I could know you

frantic
hands ripping through air
reaching for a grasp
on your sadness

I have been
will be
am
enraptured in your temperature.
contented in contempt
for your fairytale past
impossible
to impact

yet coveting the forbidden
taste
of imprints
in your reality
sparks a dorment sentiment
of such coarse,
rough reciprocity

tempting taste of your bliss
come close
and through shifting smoke
we can descend into
crude togetherness