i:
how is that garden
i planted on/in your chest doing

ii:
in the morning, i like to write
in the morning, i like to drink coffee

the mug goes between my feet
so i don't need socks
and my hands give birth to my words
is that okay is that okay is it

odd

iii:
speaking of coffee,
we work so well with it. i am milk i am
made to be spoiled

and you are just sweet enough
to go perfectly
in me
(cinnamon)

iv:
sunburn would be okay if
it left your handprint forever pale
on my ***

v:
if you ever leave me again,
i will be so sad

my body will become strawberry milk and
you may not recognize me
for the color of
my blood

vi:
is it the sunset or the moonrise

****//everything hurts//cant breathe//****//help//crying//ugh//no//i love you//ugh

stop posting
                pictures/
  videos of
yourself
mostly naked
           or simply
just naked
         how do you
expect anyone
           to respect you?
if you don't
                respect yourself
enough to
keep your
clothes on
in front of
the camera

I feel it slowly tightening,
As it wraps around my heart:
This feeling; something I
Know all too well.
Whether indirectly, or
In most cases, directly,
I am always the knife
That inflicts the wound.

Perhaps I'll never learn:
I might not be capable;
My mistakes never become lessons
And neither do they lessen.
Being accustomed to the past,
I am unable to move on.
A force of habit can
Be difficult to unlearn.

So I continue to make
Mistake after mistake:
There are times when I don't even
Remember making some them.
Soon, regret follows;
It torments and consumes
Until there is nothing left
Except anger and frustration.

I am wrong, you are right,
Even if that is not the case:
I am willing to forgo logic;
I don’t need logic.
I don’t need to be right.
I need you…
Always.

Which is why I'll try
Again and again
To make amends
For all my wrongs.
Even if my desperate pleas,
My countless apologies
Will always fall
On deaf ears.

My pride is not important,
At least not anymore,
I’ll throw it away
If it will fix things.
But I am not to be trusted;
I'm the knife that digs
And twists in your side…
As you are the one in mine.

Because the word "love" is
appropriate to describe both
how I feel about you and
how I feel about ice cream,

Because I can no longer
use the word "literally" literally when
I try to say I literally
am dependent on
the sound of your breath
encouraging my lungs to sync with yours
and find sleep when
I'm with you, curing
my twenty year fight
with insomnia, literally.

That you are literally the reason I
can chase my dreams
because without the sleep you give me, I
wouldn't be dreaming at all.

Because "you're the best" is
said to even our
least favorite coworkers,
when I would use it
to literally say
"You are the best",
the most superior to all
that I love, and
I use those words correctly
when I say that,
and if
"love" is the word to describe my
feelings for you, then
I don't love anything or
anyone else because
what I have for you
is literally the best.

all those times,
when you'd scream my name out,
to get me into your office.
I never thought I would miss the stress.

all those times,
when you'd lecture me,
and tell me not to work too hard and maybe play a little.
Words nobody would ever say so blatantly to me.

all those times,
when you pushed me to my limit,
showed me that I was stronger than I thought.
Nobody would've put in that much effort to make me a better person.

All those times,
I will hold on to 'those times' forever.
You've been way too good to me,
and I can't even give you a big ole hug.
Know that I shall always wish you the best that life can offer,
even though I can't tell you to your face.

Mercy hollows herself out
To float above the sky itself