Squinting lines instead
of the smiling kind
I watched the sunset
over the pines
as always, west
where my mind wanders
wondering why I left
an orange blazing
light lighting my deck
back aching
so **** tired
of this god forsaken
place wishing it was fire
not just another dying day.

love is a breath
coveting my chest,
I know that love is like breathing-
nonetheless til death.
if love is like breathing
I don’t know what comes next.

nothing
dark
light
someplace different
which would it be?
courage
to conquer what’s inside my head
wasted youth bled into what’s up ahead
I’m probably just going to go to bed,
afraid of every thought
I wish to shed.

in your own world
repainting the walls
dying your hair
combatting the urge to make it all fall.
how I could make you see
this isn’t a limited belief
silent
your expectations of me