I just want to look at you
And watch you
Do your thing
But I can't
Because you notice everything
And every time I look at you
You look at me
And we make eye contact
And we all know
That eye contact
Can lead to dangerous things

Don't touch my lips
So softly
Just try
not to let the blood flow

I know when you touch me
you want to believe
you do it to enhance your manliness
that it is your essence

But I know
That you touch me
Because you love me
                I know
That you adore me
                That you dream of me
That you want us to be
                 Forever

So
    Don't brush my lips
                 Kiss them hard
                               Bite them
              Passion like yours
              Should never be quenched
                               No matter
If I break your heart
               If I don't feel the same
If we don't last
                          All of this is nothing
Compared to the momentous force
             Of your love
Your love
        Is not about me
   It's not about value
Or children           Or time spent together
                Or Biology
Or even God
                It's about you
                                                             You

The way he looked at you
You could swear
It was right through you
Like he was looking at something else
Far more important
And then he'd look at you
Really look at you
But only as if
He just happened to see you
Coincidentally
Because of course
The other thing
Whatever it was
Was much more important

He did this on purpose
Skeevy as he was.
He liked to distance himself
From
You
I guess

I’m made of clay
or maybe wet
cement
when you placed your hand on my heart
your imprint never went away
Swear to god I wish we’d never met

I’m afraid of someone new

He looked into my eyes today
and said “wandering is fun
so long as I keep meeting people like you”

Wish I could have stayed to play

But I’m trapped in my own mind
Where I’m convinced I should be alone
I need to live for myself
So I’m letting myself unwind
Refusing to pick up the phone

I’m not going on dates
because—well—self-love
and I’m getting lots of sleep
trying to start with a clean slate
look above
my own desire for attention

That’s right—-self-love

being single is overrated.

his eyes were a light blue
the kind you find in the sky
He’s gone now
I won’t find him
But I’ll remember that he said

“Wandering is fun
so long as I keep meeting people like you”

It’s possible he’s right

I might just hope
that I keep meeting people like you
and I like your hand print there on my heart
and I think there’s room for a few more

I’m made of clay
after all
or maybe
wet
cement
hurry
come place your hand on my heart
before I dry up
alone
underneath
the earth

and every time I look into your eyes
I’ll tell you straight and true
“Wandering is fun
so long as I keep meeting people like you”

You know
when you walk past a piano
and you rest your fingers on the keys
absentmindedly
and you play a tune
with no prior knowledge
of how to play
and the tune sounds nice
like something you had planned

that’s what it’s like
running into you

The songs he wrote were syrupy
The way his fingers moved across his bass
Like he was swimming
Through thick. Thick. Water
The kind you find
In colder parts of the world


The words he spoke were syrupy
The way he let his tongue roll deep inside his throat
The way he mixed laughter into every syllable
The way he’d duck his head with embarrassment

I told him once that I’d like a goat
And the way I touch him
Well it sometimes feels like harassment
It’s just that he’s so
Adorable
And the way that he moves when he’s trying
To express
his pent up joy
Is syrupy  


I told him that I'd like to have a farm
Live without waste
Love as if I were blind
To the darkness we all harbor
But I'm lying
And he knows I'm lying
I'm not tired enough yet


To cultivate peace

I would sometimes stay awake just to hear his laughter
But
You could say his whole life was syrupy
The way he let things pass
By him
with no intention of grabbing hold
Of Opportunity


And I'd like to think that he and I
Are similar in most respects
And it seems as if I care for everyone
And that all I want is joy for all
And it seems that he cares for the little things
And that he cares for me
But we both know
That neither of us care
About much

The bubbles in my throat mean
that I’m trying to cough up an idea
the sweat on my skin means
that I don’t have the ***** to free it


My tongue flies as the skies rise and I know you don’t hear me when I speak
my skin peaks low and my fingers twitch and I want to touch you
My tongue flies as the dirt seeps and the sun stings my eyes
My head snaps and I see your face and your face says something similar to mine
But my tongue still flies
as I try not to lie
and you try not to lie
when you say you agree
the stars start to shine and my tongue begins to whine
as it runs out of things to say
the anticipation makes you shake
your lips start to smile
and I’m afraid of you
we’ve been standing for a while
in a bed of comfort where it’s just you and me
now I’m afraid
because you want to be us
and I want to be us
and no amount of speech
can stop it