Oh lord you know pride
Tastes like plums
Can't hardly
Stand
But
Stake your ground
You know it's gonna rot
That mouthful of
Succulence and flesh
Will disintegrate
Soften and die
Drain away until
Only the stone sits
Dry and ribbed
Smiling vainly to the sun

i tried to write about how
the flowers craved the warmth
from the sun,
but somehow i ended up
writing about
you

to me, the world doesn't
spin in your absence,
and when you leave
the sky becomes just a
little bit darker

your voice would, always,
be my favorite soundtrack
i hope you never fall,
you never feel pain

you are an addiction,
i'm afraid too much of you
would be an
unhealthy overdose

i hope you never think of me
as much as i think
about waking up
next to you at 3am

Soil, mulch and flora.
Odors of spring on bodies.
Peonies ripen.

You poisoned it
my love
a child's twisted black heart
quenched with acidic raindrops
feeding upon a parasitic wasteland
reaching for the one who bleeds like me
unable to hold, I cannot wield it
when the anvil drops
pain and repercussions become absolute