you think nobody's been
listening, but i always
did

I'm going in there,

the box is locked, but I've been feigning,
shouldering off opportunities,
tormenting
how you lie, how;
you
are too ****
      good,
      too **** sweet,
      for me.

still,
take me with you, please.

how do you manage to,
or, how do I delude myself as,
to get to the matter at hand:
i want
every
last brushstroke
of your co-ordinate skin
surface patch union
in a quilt of
frail, tendre, beauteous,
branching, distant
expansions.
but you're here,
            no mind.

ok, so:

you're a forest fire in my
eyes when
I simply glaze through
your
al-
a-
ba-ster domain,

where your heart sits,
still,
contorted,
left, chinese-puzzled, by a boy you, still,
could never hate.

{nobody ever hates anyway, truly} maybe.
{nobody ever loves anyway, truly} I guess I have proof, otherwise.

And I, well,
I could never not love everything.
Whatever it is, makes up you.

We are married to the Earth in an endless dance,
Floating through the abyss of life,
Imagining adventures with the stars -
Using the universe as our stage.

they told me happiness would
come, if only i'd look

                                     (but i am tired of searching
                                      only to find nothing)

breathe in
savor this my dear
breathe out
this will be one of your lasts
breathe in
drink in the air
breathe out
taste the oxygen
breathe in
push the dust from your lungs, sweet one
breathe out
let it scatter among the air
breathe in
let it fill my own body
breathe out
this will be your last
breathe in*
goodbye