Take me back to summer
To when it wasn't dark
at 4:30 pm
And I didn't want to
sleep all day

You’re not worth it
Not any of it
You’re not worth the pain
I feel deep in my chest,
The sick feeling in my stomach,
The tears that want to fall
From my eyes,
You’re not even worth
The ink on my paper
But I write about you anyways

The moment I left your bed
I missed having your fingers
intertwined with mine,
our bodies tangled together,
being lulled to sleep
by the sound of your heartbeat
and steady breathing.
I walked home that morning
with only the scent
of you
locked in my t-shirt
and the longing need
to see you again.

The taste of blood
Swirls in my mouth
As I aggressively
Brush away
A day’s worth of lies
And held back words
Off of my teeth
And gums

The human body
is just a little
soluble
in water
Every time I take a shower
wash my hands
swim in a pool or
lake
a little bit of me
dissolves.
I am slowly dying
slowly vanishing.
One day
I will only be
footprints.

I get my fire-tongue from my mother.
I’m proud of the power I can hold
When I spit out flames in spite.
But sometimes I cannot tame it.
The fire starts to roar
And sparks fly as I try to hold
the flames back in-between my teeth.
I’d sew my lips together with steel thread
But the fire would melt it away carelessly.
I burn my skin and take extinguishers to my tongue
Just to keep the flames back.
I wish this power came with nobs
That could adjust the flames from high to low;
But I’ll have to tame my spit-fire the hard way.

I’m sitting at a table on a balcony
covered with fairy lights,
next to a dark-haired girl
with white teeth framed by red lips.
We’re drinking wine and giggling
as the alcohol numbs us.
We keep asking each other,
which one of us is going to drive?
But we laugh off the issue
and pour ourselves another glass.