I am not daunted by your darkness
I am not shattered by your pieces
I do not stumble on your shards
Nor trip on your sharp edges

What you hold
I long to have
A loving touch
A soothing glance
A sharpened knife
Or braided whip

I do not flinch at pain
Only at rejection
I will not disappear
At the sight of your wounds

I offer only
Outstretched arms
For you are mine
And I do not fear the dark that
Treads in your wake

More than you know:
It’s not condescending
It’s just a phrase meant to frame my fizzy feelings
I swear I’m not washed up
(Though my use of words is slow)
Only a washed up poet
My words kinda crinkle together
Curses. Mounting. Lions-heads.
My feelings there pinned to a wall
Nailed to realism and limited reality
I am forced to find a set of words,
Which lessen the chains of limited speech-
There in I find;       I must say...
More than you know:
To throw off the restraints
On the confines of language-
For I love you more than you believe
And more than the limits of speech

I’ve rented a head
Just for the day
To get out and fall a stray
Shoved a fist
Right through your brain
Made a home
Inside your flesh
Constraints on your mind
While I chop off your fingers
And grind up your spine
To the sound of your shrieks
And the early night signs
I’m playing in-sanity of course
Did you think I was really ever (in)sane

I don’t think you know
How much I care
And I wish
I could explain
But I just don’t have the words
When I drive from you
All I can think is
I want her again
In my arms
And her hand in mine
So all I want to do
Is drive right back to you

Please don’t hate me
and please don’t just love my body

Either would be
Fine
On any other day

But I’m catching feeling
For you my love

Falling.

It feels warmer

Than I remember from the last time

(Do you think I’m ready for the heat?)

I don’t like crying
Yet. (There’s
                Water
          Falling from
                     My eyes)
I don’t like tears
Yet (they
drip
down
my
Face).