i rise out of the couch, clawing my way out of knitted blankets

pulling (the) debris off my body
i feel my blood return(ing) to me

last night i fell asleep daydreaming
tonight i'm going to sleep with sadness
it's bittersweet

because i insist on this every time.

i'm fearful that there will be nothing between us,
that you'll just fade "like all the rest"

like all the rest.

but i guess "all the rest" don't really matter
they faded
and i continue(d) to live on, somehow.

home is where i unhook things (myself) (my clothes)
---
i rise out of the couch, clawing my way out of knitted blankets
----
pulling debris off my body
i feel my blood return(ing) to me
--
who just 'burns' like this?

playing with fire
barking up the wrong tree

pheremones lingering

the hug alone, an equally revelatory experience
tells me to "fall" into this

fall into this creativity

I can't take a picture of the moon i'm phoneless

what am i supposed to do with this moment


the halo around her body

the first time i ever felt rays


the window cant block her message
she's here staring right at me

but i can't have her

i admitted defeat once
do i have to do it twice (again)?


i cried to the artist with her work on display
i didn't know i had that kind of empathy in me
i'm surprising myself more and more everday

I can't take a picture of the moon i'm phoneless

what am i supposed to do with this (moment)


the halo around her body

the window can't block her message

she's here staring right at me
(the first time i ever felt rays)
but i can't have her


i want to give you her presence


i admitted defeat once
do i have to do it twice (again)?

(what am i supposed to do with this moment)

i cried to the artist with her work on display
i didn't know i had that kind of empathy in me,
i'm surprising myself more and more everday

I can't take a picture of the moon i'm phoneless

what am i supposed to do with this (moment)


the halo around her body
the first time i ever felt rays

the window can't block her message

she's here staring right at me
but i can't have her


i want to give you her presence


i admitted defeat once
do i have to do it twice (again)?

(what am i supposed to do with this moment)

i cried to the artist with her work on display
i didn't know i had that kind of empathy in me,
i'm surprising myself more and more everday