I have nursed open wounds
Of people who carelessly
Ripped themselves open
To give away their hearts

Like a bandage
I soaked up all the blood
And only tasted their lonely
As I continued to provide care

But after a while
There is no need for me
Cuts will heal on their own
I know they always do

*AA

I pledge allegiance to the way
you stare off into the distance.
And to the headaches that you get
when your stress replaces your skull.
Perpetually,
Unconditionally,
without ever a hesitation in my heart.



- LP

why do pretty people have to exist?
your bone structure is an art,
the way your hair falls is poetry,
you look at me with eyes that flash of God.
Your laugh is my favorite thing to hear
and I could look at you for hours if you'd let me.
I like when you're sitting there and you think
I'm not watching, and you do these weird things
with your lips
on whatever can you're drinking from
and I like the gross faces you make
because somehow, they're not gross.
I like your Dragon Army shirt when you just wake up
and it's stretched and ruffled and you should,
by all rights, look as bad as I do in the morning,
but you don't, you never look bad,
your eyes are stars and your heart is the sun,
why do pretty people have to exist?
and why can't I have one?

I know why I ran from you.
I could not protect myself from her.
She was everything.
That love
Bit too deep.
But I could shield myself from you
And the damage you could do.
I knew I couldn't love her
And lean on you
When both of you
Could cut me to the heart.
So I protected myself
From you
Because there was no hiding
From her.

Love is in the air.

Little pollen fibres floating with
Drifting dust motes
Small and invisible
Were it not for
Light refracting on a window pane
Socks with a positive charge
Metal doorhandles

My body's whispers for oxygen become shouts;
Suffocation.

Love is in the air.