oh limp morning, take me early  
I taste June like burning
sometimes soft like cinnamon
filling up for hollow afternoons.
French-kissing myself and
all my, finely laced thoughts about you
all of that heat spread in pots
I call a garden & slowly I let you
spread me thin again

a paper planet,
made of paper countries,
paper cities, paper towns,
and paper people.
a number on the bottom
that is never quite precise,
and the coordinates
of your happy place,
written in blue ink,
accompanied by a coffee ring
and a crease in the middle.
is this what it looks like,
perspective?
faults and failures
and everybody in one place?

i feel guilty
wanting to die
but
*i can't stop
i can't stop
i can't stop

How you love me Lord,
I can't explain,
I love you but my life isn't enough evidence Lord,
Be the centre of my life,
I want to love you as much as I did when I first received you oh Lord,
Awaken my zeal for your word,
Make me thirst for your presence Lord,
I'm empty without you,
I'm lost and I'm nothing Lord,
Jesus be in my heart,
Rekindle our relationship.
You're the only lover I have Lord,
Thank you for loving me despite my faults.

can anybody love me
would anybody care
if i die alone and empty
without someone there
is there somebody out there
who will love me to the end
love me more than just a friend
so can anybody love me
after all that i have done
will all my flaws and faults
im still hoping that you're there
so if anybody hears this
this is my final prayer
i pray that God will send you to me
before i run out of air
so if anybody loves me
will you speak up now
because im running low on faith
that there's somebody out there