I get weak
Thinking
About weeks.
For example:
1300 weeks = 1 generation;
2080 weeks = a work life;
4420 weeks = a lifetime.
Don't squander 1 week
Worrying about
Next week,
It makes one weak.

Maybe I just want to fall asleep with your arms tightly but gently holding me, brushing the small wispies behind my ear, giving me two thirds of the blanket while telling me that the warmth radiating from me is enough to keep you warm for days.
Maybe I just want to lay my cheekbones and my jaw into your collarbone, to hear and feel your breathing speed up and mine slow down to match our heartbeats and merge them into one, to talk about my deepest worries and listen to your soothing words, and to wake up as the sun rises with your arm still draped around my waist and feel a small curve form at the ends of my lips.

i've never let go of your hand, even when you don't have the strength to hold mine

I'm a slave to this gay
to this gate i've been trapped behind
enslaved to the lady
girls are my sunrise
I'm a lake to the take
To the sweep I pull behind
I'm engulfed by the breaks
that your face
that your shape
controls my mind
I wish I could take
I could say that you would be mine
but you're so far away
i'd take days
to blow your mind
not that days could keep us apart
cause honey
your space
sparks flame on the dark
and my face wants your face
like a bookmarks it's page
I want you to want me everyday
I want to mark you everyday
I want my face to take place of everything you ever hated
and i want you to love me
I want to be your wind
I want to be your quiet
to tighten all your loose ends
to make your bed
to mess it up
I'd make your tea
clean all your cups
and kiss your lips
It'll be over
as soon as you let me
kiss your lips
i'd surly be done after that

Oh I'd love to know more
I love knowing better
I change my view
& changed the weather
forget about poison honey
I float like a feather
& leaves
now we leave
this get-together
i never felt pressure
it only felt better
we sat & I pressed our hands together
New England
sweet wind and heavily wined
you changed my mind
I change my mind
as I fly blind
b a c k
to a different time
a different line from a hymn I've been humming
a different track than the one I've been running
my home, please know i am coming
I wouldn't; but love
I have this need
to show you something

I want to learn to speak to you
in a tongue that sets you free
Without sounding like a freak
when I explain how my brain
leaks the need
to fit like your sheets do
I'll find the beat
a beat that sings for you
and greet you like a breeze
in the afternoon
too soon
it's too soon
to think like I do
but I can't help the swell down
from feeding my truth
& when I breathe, I freeze
like my lungs need it too
you remind me of beaches back home
in the middle of June
how the sand fits my feet
is how I dream of fitting you
cause your hair is like a sunrise
and your eyes are like the moon
and your voice crashes waves
that hit my shore like a monsoon
and i'm sure that it's too soon
in fact I know that I am doomed
but the way you say my name
feels like a thing i'd never ruin

Somebody please stop the bleeding
Pouring from my grief
If I could believe in something real
It wouldn't feel like pulling teeth
I want relief or something like it
Or maybe some release
I need a break from all this *******
that burns inside of me
I wish you'd hand over your keys
Sit down and have a drink
I think you think a bit too much
But you aren't sharing it with me
Cause you see life is like a game
In which we hand over our chips
But I see life as something planned
In which I get to kiss your lips
Because I think about your skin
Makes me loosen up my grip
Instead of clenching up my fists
I start hand making you gifts
I'm not at all for giving up
I hope in time you won't forget
I know my mind reserves the lines
And in your head it's softly scripted

the poetry wasn't about her
it was the birds I;
I found it under her bones
cause
we aren't the same while we sleep
we're
so far away &

lately
4:00AM isn't what time it is
it's
me choking
and when we
talk about the weather it's not
conversation it's
burning and
blood just doesn't run the same
once it's been touched

silver linings don't exist honey;
those are your veins