Leopard ladies will soon often prance upon men whose hearts are held together by single straws, by which a fragile connection has been made. Their skintight vestments hug them more tightly than any lover would ever dare attempt. Such intimate efforts are not beyond them but have been made afraid of by wicked arm’s length faces, dotted by the scorn of wild races soon to be held in trance-ridden spaces.

****, kid, your poems.  I took a page from your father’s thesaurus and played scrabble with god.  I came back knowing your name as code for omission.  your mother didn’t break a chair over my back because the chair didn’t break.  I worked it off in a building from the wrong twin city.  after that, my homeless jailer became your brother’s landlord.  your brother he played citizen’s parole to my arrest.  borrowed my hat on account it wasn’t full of money.  like most men, we were in love.  he had a note he’d written that would appear before a big fight it said don’t let my suicide beat you to death.

I had a dream last night and in it you actually cared, but as I woke up in my bed, I understood that you were never really there. I went back to this memory of you and me, and we were dancing. So close and genuine; beautiful intimacy. Things are not always as they seem. So I walk outside and I come across a scene; I see a night full of stars who got burned chasing their dreams. It's not selfish to leave your own legacy so why does it come with such harsh extremes? I wish you were with me. I swear it's all I'll ever need. I miss the familiarity of our fingers intertwining and the prayers we said after sinning. Our faith pushed us through the evening. And now that you're gone, I just can't stop forgetting. I'm sorry for how I stopped believing because now all I'm doing is popping pills with Jesus on my mind and smoking menthols using ashtrays made of the only bible verses left that I can find.

you just walked out of my front door,
and you're probably going to go back to her
and she's going to send you away like she did before,
and you're going to go to a bar
and knock back 8 shots of tequila
and think of me
and you're going dance with the girl with the pink hair and the tongue ring,
and you're going to hope that she can't see the pain in your eyes
and she's going to think you're cute in your flannel button down,
and bring you home
and when she does
that i pray you run into the bathroom
and stare at yourself in the mirror
i hope you ***** up all the lies you told
and choke on the "i love you"s that never meant what they were supposed to,
and i hope you sneak out the back door and try and find your way home
with only the light of the moon guiding you,
seeing my face in the stars.

I love you.
I love you so much
That sometimes, it's like I can't breathe.
I want to feel your touch,
Even just your hand in mine
Or your arm around my shoulders.
I want to be near you.
I adore the sound of your voice.
I love you.

There are times
That being in love with you is awful.
Someone else makes you laugh
Or smile,
And I wish it had been me.
You're talking to others
And I try not to get jealous,
Usually failing.
I feel guilty for how I feel about you.
Because you don't return the feelings.
I'm like a sibling to you.
That *****.
You mean a lot to me.

I miss you,
Sometimes so badly it hurts.
I want to be with you,
Spend time with you.
I could live by your side.
Hugging you makes me so happy,
And so often I want to kiss you.
More than anything,
I love you.