We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

From here we stomp to war
Soldiers standing tall
Soon we'll watch them crawl
The battle cries
The future dies
Bodies bruised and blistered
And begging for more

I woke in a room of frost, with cold lips
I ache to hear your voice
But as I maneuver my sleepy body
I'm reminded that you're here
Curled up in silk, perfect mounds of ivory flesh
I lean across to kiss you gently
I watch your breath hasten, and fight the numbing urge to wake you
To graze myself along your chest
So I found myself writing this instead
The thunder seems to be clearing
And my pulse is dying out in gulps
I lower my head defeated, in hopes you will forgive me
And kiss your forehead once again to wake you

a mind so open
no one dare walk in