march is ending soon
and i admit, i still see you
in girls wearing silver bracelets
in lovelorn incomplete phrases
in lilac flowers hanging on vines
in a curious cat’s blinking eyes
i stare at them a second longer
and let myself softly linger
march is ending soon
and i admit, i still see you

im so
humgry
im so so
hungry
my stomach
hurts
im so
******* hungry

come meet me
in dreams, tinged in orange hues
like the ones in movies
where they walk in between trees
talk for hours, holding hands

tell me your troubles
i know the stones you keep in
your head, your chest
i have a better idea for them
let’s run to the lake

you’ll have one, i’ll have the other
watch them skip, circles on the surface
before sinking, forgotten
do not worry, we will be bathed
in golden daylight when we wake

i think there is something
wrong with me
yes, i know you found nothing
in my results but
i am indigo pale in the sun
the river that flowed in between
the cracks of my spine
has ran its water out
and i carry
clouds heavy with depression
tar-like, and beating my chest
plummeting me
to the depths, the depths
of sorrow i felt five years back
and i’m telling you, doc
i don’t think i am meant
to feel this much

i think
there is nothing
better than
agate blue
quiet stillness
earth is a
faraway thought
i am already empty
my volume
should be
water instead
of my blood

i return to the shore every night
the waves in indigo shades
i bury my feet in the sand
i am exhausted with my heart

the night makes a quiet friend
she is the cold fog and a starless sky
i swim past the ivory coral reefs
i am exhausted by my heart

the hurt settles on the ocean floor
it feeds the algae floating by
i drown to make sense everything
i am exhausted for my heart

in soft hours when your heart’s
awake dreaming
and you feel a soft whisper
gently tracing
your skin, your spine to your soul
that’s me loving
you