Learn to fall in love with your grief.
It is one of the most freeing things you can do for yourself.

If you're consumed by a deep,
stabbing anguish,
then it means your passionate,
it means you care about something enough to let it crack your bones and
boil your blood while intensity holds hands with zealousness and
locks lips with your spirit.

Never mistake your thundering sorrow for weakness.
It means you are not merely alive;
but you're ******* alive.

you cannot twist
the bones
in my protruding spine
to get me to dance
anymore

you cannot turn me
on
or off
with your ***** hands
anymore

and leave me on the floor
when you are finished
when you get bored
anymore

I am not your toy
anymore

Loves demise upon your lips
Gentle rise and fall
Bury me in the melody of your hum
To belong within a moment

Traced in light
Lonesome linger
The forest of our tomorrow
Where the lightening bugs kiss the stars

Felt hello
Pieces of the now
Melted souls
Allow the fall, weary heart

To be a reflection
Dance with me in emerald green
Blend of sorrows
Until then

Let's get out of here, go out to orbit one another
and fall in fractal patterns to the ground and never pick up
where we left off, something makes me laugh about the ephemeral
state that our affair tonight is, we go to Portland for drinks
and suddenly I'm feeling your heavy lips on my own
and it's like I always wanted you to stop talking about yourself
talking about me talking about your business your wife
and how cool your ride is, but I can't imagine the cards falling
into the floor face down and against yours without these games
tomorrow's going to be a lot hotter than today and the night
I'll promise to make it hotter if you shut up and kiss me again

Betrayal is what I felt today,
a feeling not so strange.

Light it, smoke it, breathe it in,
choose it; yet again.