my heart aches.
your smile strikes me,
and suddenly my chest is made of fine china,
and i break.
i see stars.
your blue eyes singe constellations into my head.
all at once the heat blazes,
like a thousand suns to my cheeks,
and i burn.
this love can only be described as a crime scene,
i am not the one with the finger on the trigger.
numb to any second thought,
you fire,
and I bleed.

josh is cool.
but he doesn't like rice.
joshua joshua
joshua nice.

My teeth are going to break,
I'm convinced,
under the pressure caused by the clenching of my jaw.
I am wearing a plastic smile,
crafted of constant strain,
deep disdain,
and fragments of a broken heart.

lately i have been asking myself
how my love for you has not yet dwindled
into nothing but a ghost
after all
you have broken my heart into pieces
too sharp to gather without cutting my fingers
on the edges.
my fragmented sanity has become a dagger
that you have used to stab my chest
and the tears grazing my cheeks
taste as bitter as the words
that i wish i had the courage to say to you.

(k.t)

his hands latch onto my hips.
i can feel his breath fanning down my neck.

they call moments like this "heated" for a reason,
but i had not felt colder before he pressed my back against the wall,
for this only sparked memories of the moments i had shared with you.

(k.t)