it shames me so
to dwell in front of the new
when I know I'd be happier
basking in mediocrity
with you

Does it hurt
when the nature around you
beckons

and you know it all
to be connected

yet you feel so foreign
like the atoms repel you

you are not a ghost like you think

I run my finger in etched initials in park benches
Wishing to know their fate
Me+you "never"
❤️

young man so strong
stature like Hercules
hubris as deep as his reflection
digging your hole deeper
passing up grapes and leaf fans
for calloused fingers
blood money at the end of the week
is it worth it
When your tears burn the scars
Maps of every triumph and nail driven
And you will sit there with hands 10&2
Wondering what could have been
Had you not chosen a warrior's life

your love
your warthm
your golden rays of light
I attempt to feel again
intravenously
release
into bliss
dug deeper into a hole
where I only stare at my feet
bury me

You ask a man to be a mountain
That his face is perfectly chisled into it
And his body to be stone
That his legs be strong enough to hold the world
And his feet to be rooted to earth
You forget the mightiest of rocks
Collapse overtime with rain
His tears will be never ending