Your footsteps echo through my brain,
across the marble floors of a fresh memory
now empty
no life within its walls
Imprints of your dress shoes stain the chambers of my heart
with dirt and grime
Slowing down the gushing of my blood
You no longer make my pulse quicken
Against all odds your absence calms me
Thank you for wiping the slate clean

i am my own fiona apple record;
choking on my exoskeleton and
bleeding into the lake. it makes pretty
whips with red and blue interlaced more loosely
than my emotional stability, and the religious faith
that succumbs to the chrome pattern cracks on my wall.
it's after midnight and i can smell the cotton clogging my
esophageal lining, secreting on my taste buds. my retinas are wired at
the lead in the corner while centipedes crawl beneath the muscles
of my kneecaps. it's only two a.m. i pretend i am a neon zebra,
reflecting light onto all my insecurities because the coffee mug
never felt so cold against my shoulder. i wonder if i am
insane. Morning time. Sunrise.
The ray of Light refracts onto the window, bolstering the
cotton breathing within me like a parasite.
i am an enemy of my Being.

But tonight passes.
Seldom passes.
Today, I am
SanE.

Let's go on a trip.
Maybe we could see the world together?
And when I see you face,
I cry because I know I am not worthy of
your ethereal beauty; and then your smell.
Oh, your smell.
It's like a collision of the sun and the moon
produced 100 red roses, radiating a smell so pungent
that even the Lord Almighty is intimidated to inhale.
Love.

Incensed by your beauty.
Enraged by your body.
Inflamed by the way you make me feel.
Valuable.
As a the smoke of the train encapsulates my body,
and takes away my breath,
your voice is the only thing I think about.
You ingrain hope into this slender body
and give me the will to go on.

I'm so sorry I love you so much.
I'm so sorry I feel this way about you.
I'm so sorry that I worship you in secret;
You mustn't know how I feel.
And as I type these words into the computer,
and your life continues to go on,
Just take this advice;
Don't ever change what God has given you.
He has blessed your body with innumerable  sinusoidal curves
that gently compliment that warm, tear-induced smile.
He's blessed you with those thighs,
Lawd! (Oh how I want to integrate those thighs.)
But you're more than that.
No *** object of my amusement,
but a Goddess that is worth constant praise
and a Goddess who must not know how
I really feel.

fingertips against
a glass pane, smothered.
paint drips from the ceiling,
peeling back its exoskeleton.
it's bare, rooted in rotting wood.
let me in.
i could do it forever.
one ounce of indiscretion is tortuous,
but it is my remedy. guitar strings are strummed
in the closet and the drums
were not ready for their awakening.

Cheap (adj).

How your mother thinks
you look in that outfit

always carry a gun
even in the light of the sun
always be paranoid
don't trust anyone

if you go out at night
be ready for a fight
the ones you can't avoid
waiting under the street light

make sure it's a full clip
stay ready on every trip
fire at any noise
always come equipped

Sink in delirium
we can sink down
into blue atmosphere

Take advice from old ways
bleed yourself
cause im dieing to meet you

It shifts sideways
amphetamine kicks in
Now they'll never find us

You covered all your tracks
drag the wounded to safety
rise past all the ranks

Subdued the  sidearms
Everything else FLASHES
into and out of
like a concussion

Perpetual madness
can misinform the weak
but we all tried
to fill the cavity

It seems broken
humanity....once bustling
full of drive and vigor
Now wrecked and sluggish

So we'll sink further
go into the caves
and underneath your ashes
our bodies will rise