from girls relaxed
she shows different
strawberries at her feet
well-worded words in her mind
synthetic cigarettes don't make the cut
shes content with 3 candles
and poetry about flowers
chili peppers linger from a time of fire
she takes away your lucky cig
and makes you question luck as a whole
closed love letters- shes already read what matters
pet cats and cry baths
shes been roped, doped, and horoscoped
its a gorgeous type of chaos

My mind
In a constant spiral
Over him and
What he brings
To the checkered tablecloth
A jar of love
The king of wands
Heaven on ******
In the meadows
Full bloom when hes around
But hes constantly out of sight
Possesions include:
A fridge fully stalked
With toothpicks and paint cans
28+ half-read books
And me, if the fortuneteller
Proves Right
Signals from a flip phone
Love through powerlines
A memory
Of moments where
Red reaches tongue
Sticks play poker with my back
Bugs take over the throne
"I could live like this"
Or maybe I just don't want it to end
I wait for him
In uncomfortable chairs
Dressed in black leather
Oil on my hands
To slick to open the jar
Diamorphine gone rotten
Famine of song
Laying in a field
Of machinery and melancholy
Holy water
The presence
Of the 3rd state of matter
Black tulips look gorgeous on a screen
So does he.

Do you remember poem #14?
I stand within walls of poetry
from time to time
and my eyes can't help but be drawn
to a dusty copy of a gift given months ago.
It was so quite new
me and you.
Now it's not old but should be labeled as familiar.
And I love it.
And I love you,
thoughtfully
purely
and with all the love I had
when you gave me
poem #14.

if i could explain the way you make me feel
i would have poetry dripping from my lips

but its not that simple
you are to complex to put on paper
if i could write you
it would be enough emotions to fill a book or 2

but ive tried
and im just so speechless

it might just have to be nicotine and caffeine
to get me through this
because patterns prove that we must all be addicted
to something that is bad for us
if it cant be you i must fill my front pocket another way
it was gorgeous and riveting
but soon ill have no other choice
i must go back
to nicotine and caffeine

i can be a gemini too
if only you knew
the chaos will break me down
but first you