when you are old enough to speak do not call love a mental disease do not resent it, do not fight it because love is pure and love is good it's only when you throw life into the mix that it becomes toxic.
the tendencies creep back like the sun at dawn- truly numb and passive to their cries they fall to the cold floor limp and dull and quiet leaking from new orifices and taking their light with them while my head spins a complicated tapestry on a broken loom red string angry and burning screaming with no end in the dark while i cling to fleeting feelings and clean the remnents of theirs with a snap i'm sent tumbling struggling can't find air water food shelter my head pounds my eyes ablaze and skin tight across my eyes and temples when the light hits it's over and i awake- numb
It’s funny that as a writer I trust actions more than words - perhaps it’s because I know they’re used with manipulative intention - they’re meant to bury truth, hide it with sugar-coated, superfluous syntax. *-lf-
He helps me catch the words as they fall from my skull He says "I like when you use the sea as a metaphor" And then he rolls onto his side Rests his head on his overlapping hands And closes his eyes... Eyes as deep as the ocean And as blue as the sky reflecting off it *I'd do anything he ever asked me to
There's nothing more peaceful than the way your sentences drag on until they stop making sense just before you fall to sleep And there's nothing more beautiful than the disheveled look in your eyes when you first come alive beneath a Sunday morning's sky You'll press snooze at least ten times before you bother to sit up And I'll sit silently hoping you won't say you have to leave at all today Because Your yawns are contagious, your tears are too And I get completely lost in every single thing you do
in my sleep my feet walk me to places my eyes have never seen. they dance under the covers, restlessly waiting for their time to go *to bring me to a new home
there are two full cycles of the seasons and three summers between us i'd like to think that when i see you, there won't be silence but i have learned from the second spring that there will be nothing but a hello, how are you or a when did you get into town? to commemorate the winter we spent together two full cycles of the seasons ago.