The truth is seeping out of the walls,
like a sponge at capacity.
Do I squeeze them, or let them be?

I'm gonna feel broken when I have you,
I keep thinking.
You're gonna break my spirit, crush it
in your chubby hands.
I won't ever love you because I can
hardly love anything.
I don't think that just because you grew
in me I will love you more.
I'm gonna be bad for you. You won't
have any fun because I will mold you
after me.
And then I'll hate you.
Because I hate me.

You.
My creature of the night,
you frighten me.
You.
Dark and sultry,
you ****** my curiosities.
You.
They all say they know you,
they only know your name.

But they don't even know that.
No one does.
So we'll just call you Batman.

Let me know you like I know my weaknesses, thoroughly and
totally picking apart every minute detail.

Be like my insecurities, omnipresent and always waiting to take
me at the end of the day.

Be as large as my thighs, my ***, my belly, enveloping who I
really am in favor of comfort.

Be my hope. Take me away from all I hate about myself. It is too
big a task, maybe. But I've charged you with it all the same.

burrowed under sheets
your toes touch my toes

out of this room
it matters not at all

we built this kingdom
out of soft touches

I pity the trees
at the mercy of
an unsettled sky.
Upwards they grow
to comfort her,
catching her tears
readily, like a tissue.
She will ignore their
kindness and rain
again, but trees
live for the moments
that she runs dry
to allow a fleeting glimpse
of the sun.

I only get three billion beats.
I think I'll die young;
You make my heart race.