I'm not into sappy
love songs or online
requests to be mine
but you make me happy.

I will be leaving
and so will you
(unfortunate, but true).
We'll both be grieving.

I hope you see
that cubism dreams
will tear at the seams.
Just don't forget me.

I stand at the shore of an ocean
vast, uncrossable waters
between me and my salvation
I could swim, but for how long?

how long before my limbs give out
my lungs searing in my chest
metal in my throat
salt in my mouth

so I stay on the shore
(metal in my throat
salt in my mouth)
feet on the ground

Connected via phone line,
I used to hear you.
Mumbling,
Whispering,
Falling asleep.

Now you’re gone.

Didn’t think it was anything,
I mean who needs to be on the phone to sleep?

Me

Stupid cliche, means nothing.
Means everything

When I kiss you,
I get it.

I don't know why,
but when I'm high
I can't help my
urges to try
and find you.

You rubbed me in dirt;
I falsely assert
that it didn't hurt.
I still wear your shirt.
I miss you.

I don't know why,
I have tears in my eyes.
now that i'm high,
I think that I
may have loved you.