One last chance with you,
I wonder what I would do.
Will I be the man you remember,
Have I changed for the better.
Am I truly a changed man,
Was this part of a greater plan.

Will I finally be enough;
I know things will be tough.
Do I now have what it takes,
To prevent your heartaches.
Can I show you true love,
Be someone you're proud of.

All these questions,
All my affections.
One thing I know is true,
I would do anything for you.
I'd fight to make it just,
And earn back your trust.

I want to rip my name
              out of your throat  
You are not allowed
                  to speak it anymore.

I want to hold you close
while my fingertips
slowly drips
through your skin

with the gentlest of touch
from our lips
swaying movements from our hips
as we melt in this soiree.

Slow dancing
in this tune
on a rainy afternoon
we begged ourselves to stay.

I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.

but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand

the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
the blade naked
It wasn't fair

"So that's why you stabbed your
mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"The knife is more important
to you than mommy?"

"The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."

the sun drips
like
a
yellow yolk

oozes
down
the gold knots
of my spine
breathe the first of Spring days
the radio plays our favorite song

i see you backwards
quickly
all the times we had
vulnerable;
gone.

the sky is blue, the lake is blue
your eyes are blu
and they say i look like your
sister
oh gods. help me
i can’t feel anything
except you
and everything here is you