These are the kind of thoughts that I feel like I need to swallow
because they're on a level of pathetic that I can't even admit to myself.
It's that level of pathetic that really makes a person naked.

The deep dark corners of a person.
It's the trigger of the first tear.
And it all boils down to you.

Your simple acknowledgment of self scares me.
Your self-awareness kills me because
it brings you closer to realizing
that you can do better than me.

*And then what do I do
with this epic love I feel for you?

A kiss from red wine
On my red lips
Is a little sweeter
When my heart
Is falling to bits

I love the taste of my coffee
But I'm really terrible at remembering
To drink it before it stars chilling.
I write
I draw
I sing
I am art.
But my coffee grows old.
So I've become okay with the taste
Of lukewarm coffee.
It's become a familiar kiss
Across my mouth and these lips.