I’m a killer of the unspoken
We never speak at dinner
Yet I speak thousands upon of thousands
Of words
In a head of silk
It plummets like bodies placed for burial
No one knows the me I want them to
As I hop out of bed
I cradle the joys of a wonderful love
Your beautiful strands of hair
Wrapped around my fingers
I’ve never been one for cliches
But a song is a song
And love is but of the purest emotion
So I find you in the sweetest parts of me
And I want to wrap you in the arms
Of an emotional boy
Before I lose my strength
I’m trying to write you
A man as clueless as me
But a man in love nonetheless

I'm a ghost
Overflowed
Chambers of saccharine delight
Sounds I've never heard before
You send me to the places
I never knew were inhabitable
Like the prophet of Shawnee
I died twice
Once when I flung myself
Into the traffic of desire
And then when I realized
I was yours and you were mine
It's so late in the night
To say
My heart is running in circles
And a young lover
Is a young lover

And I climb aboard the fears
Of being a man in love
I jump into unfamiliar waves
But it feels easy to be forgotten
And start off in the crystal ocean
I want to grow - with you - in life
If I put you in love's way
I take another part
In being a man who loves and aches
All the same
When my fever is 103, am I thriving
In the clean sheets of passion
Or am I lost in the eyes
That take me to the promised land
Of eternal happiness

I have the tendency to talk
About the loves of a young boy
When one boy never loved himself
The way he loves you now
I bite down like a sadist
Feel the sensation of overzealousness
Placed my lover into a bed of comfort
Wrote you a love song
Even though I had no experience
And no melody was there
It ignited in our hearts
And the words were suspended
Boy, there is no one way to say
That as I find you
I find myself as well

Poised and ready
My body wants to leap
From its vessel
It deploys itself of its duties
And leaves me shipwrecked
I lick my wounds
Spend time doing the things
You don’t want to see
And as if you could ever
Hold me down
Instead you turn off the lights
Living in another galaxy
Despite my gravity being yours
The aqueducts are released
Like a flowing current
If I crash one more **** time
All I’ll see is a hologram of a boy
Confused of what it doesn’t know

My drunken affair
Lying in bed, two days out of every week
Thinking, wondering
Living for the now
But worrying about the future
And being scared of the past
Feeling consumed, engulfed by the flame
That was once
A confusion
I find myself crying at the thought
Of life not being as authentic as it can be
The bridge that I once crossed has torn
Yet I find myself more accustomed to it
Than ever before
Like a hawk
I plunge down toward the earth
And gather up what I can
To survive

Good sir,
I'm dreadfully tired
Like the moon in a cascade crescent
I'm flushed out of all my water
Bounded and chained by struggle
I dip in and out of a lifeless frame
Resorting to sleeplessness
And as red as the Red Sea
My blood flows deep
High on emotion
Drinking from the well of plasticity
And fabricated tellings
Nothing smells the same anymore
Much less the rain waiting at the front door
As you walk in from the news
Put the keys down and weep
As another is slain and forgotten
So I ask
If we are in control of the passageway
To a satisfying future
Or flushed away by the stories
Of a world gone mad