you are honey and
I
am a fleshy corpse
burning
away in the sun

for a moment, my
feet touched the
bottom

it's intriguing and black and
empty, but so full
you must see what's down
it's so hard to stay
away from the drain and sometimes
you don't even know what pulled
the plug
but your foot touches the hole and you just
sort of cry because
here we are
again
I thought we were past this
and it's all a Jenga
puzzle
over and ******* over again it
never ends, there is
no peace

just brief moments of relief
when you pull at a piece and the tower
doesn't collapse
you're still standing and
you go to take a breath and suddenly you're
chin up, clutching the side of
the tub
and all that comes out are
silent screams, as your gut rots in
ache

feeling is the human condition
we are a tad bit melancholic
us silly human creatures
we remember the past better than it was and
worry about things that have yet to (if ever) happen
and waste the present moment even though
we sometimes realize how fleeting it is
we **** it up anyway
and I think you just have to say
**** it
and go all in with whatever
you have, whatever you may be doing

the roots are dying
water
against your skin, ice cold
but it feels
like home

we wander
caged in bones
hiding under hanging cloaks
of flesh
visible
but uncared for
internal flowers, wilted
dry