you whisper against my skin and I look down at the cave that’s in my chest, gaping and dark and bottomless, shouts echoing off the walls. you never let me rest, tapping and tapping at the insides of my skull. an isolated night heaves up in front of me, motionless and quiet and all the while, tapping and tapping. I can’t eat for the sound, can’t sleep, but I listen and stare as shapes and seconds shift by and fog rolls into my eyes. tides rise and break in my stomach, swells crashing over my eyelids, threatening to escape my mouth.

you were a fair distraction
I kept you close
I knew you'd stay and
wait for me to reach to you
and I thought I was an empty promise
I thought I was cruel

I kept you closer
I stayed my distance
we were so different

I said yes
and still empty

but now…

now the little things
the things that swim in
and through all my moments
blinding me daydream
by daydream

you might save me
just by being
I'm afraid of this
of falling too far

I can't stop
your eyelids
the tiny gap in your teeth
your stepping stone vertebrae
your immaculate jawline

you
are a whisper from the top of a well
faintly echoing
all the way down
to me

I read about your tricks constantly
Operating continuously
Going away without one last wave
Yet, your selfish heart is often saved

You haunt a poet in her dreams
You're a *******, or so it seems
Ignoring a loving gesture
Then thoughts of you start to fester

Why don't you treat these women right?
You always start a nasty fight
Why don't you love these kind women?
In their heads your often swimmin'

I love their poems you help to create
A poetic nut kicking is your fate
Mental games with women, a mortal sin
(NEW POEM) That S.O.B. did it again!