I want cheesey garlic bread!
alas, it's all that's in my head-
and if lactose I could tolerate,
this might not be such a debate.

though I'm sure my body could conform,
but it's taken this long to reform!
from the **** and mucus that is dairy,
that will surely turn your knuckles hairy.

I'll eat a piece of gluten toast,
for it only makes my tummy bloat,
but from cheese I must stay far away,
unless I want my **** to spray.

it's a sign, I think, that my body rejects
such a harmful product, my body protects
but god ****** I want garlic bread,
the cheesey kind, it's in my head...

You were my summer love

Kisses in the bus loop
And sweaty palms in July

You were hope,
you were safe,
you were home

You were burdened by my transgressions

You were love,
you were love,
you were love

And when you slipped through the cracks
Of my cruel, violent hands
You were lost

I love you.
When I didn't even know it.
I told you.
When you never even asked me.

I'm not a mind reader.
I'm far from reading minds.
Barely understand mine.

I adored you.
And never ask myself why?
I'm inspired by you.

For all the things you do.

Maybe this is why?
Besides you always remaining true to yourself.
Never influenced by anyone else.

You speak up.
Whenever wrong occurs.
Defend the oppress from bullies among us.

Yes, I love you.
This you need to know.

I remember 
I remember the way you'd speak, 
Eyes reaching for the sky
As if there were something up there
Worth stretching for. 

I remember the way you'd touch, 
Holding me so tightly,
All the shards of my tattered soul 
Seemed like they'd never break again. 

I remember how you whispered
in my ear - 
Always in it's fullness and never lazy- 
I love you.

I remember footsteps asking why,
My crippled hands gasping for air,
Counting losses with each Breath,
As if there was anything
Worth reaching for.

I remember your touch so gentle
The way only Mean can be -
And all my pieces floated in air, 
A silently screaming silhouette 
Feigning defined. 

I remember whispering in your ear
As honestly and with as much fullness
As I could bear
I love you.
I wish you hadn't asked me why. 
That's the only thing 
I don't remember.

I
promise
that
I'm
trying
my
hardest
but
I'm
thinking
that
I'm
not
going
to
make
it.

-e.w.

They tell me I am a passing fancy,
that kissing the vapor of my skin is
like the ***** of sacred chambers.
They tell me I am cancer of the skin,
that my cells divide, unstoppable,
ignite the flesh at a lethal price of taste.
They whisper in my ear, sorrowful
pleas and sinful lullabies of promise;
and when tears slither acidic and sear
rosy imprints of a trail in the apples of
their cheeks,
they'll snivel and sniffle:
“But by God, I loved you.”
Despite the surly mood they often displayed,
like the tongue of silver from a metallic
taste of venom on the planes of my skin.
So, I told them I tire of synonyms of a same
word;
that loving a different person of different flesh
remains the same as long as character does not
fluctuate.