Fatten my papers
with poetry
your name
is dense
it inks it
differently

I'll comb your hair gently and braid it neatly.
The dark silky strands—streaks like how the milky way shines.

Like an astronaut preparing ahead of time, I'll settle for the stars that begin to align in your eyes.

Like an gardener loving his elderly wife, I'll plant flowers to bloom in your hair.

When the time feels  finally right—like the spring that begins to flow by, I'd only have wished our love in this lifetime.

Whenever I walk across the street
The person in the car has to stop
I think about how
In just a slight movement of their foot
The person in that car
Could end my life
And all that I know would be effected
And everyone who knows them will be effected
And it may or may not
Go on and on

We trust eachother so much
And so little

Why do I have to earn the salvation I seek?
To be so intervened in discomfort so deeply,
I sculpture a home in it,
I bestride me in delusion,
My inconsistence towards my self,
Ignites a flame in which I burn alive,
Thus
My memories are mere ashes
And I no longer remember your name nor mine,
My inconsistency of will,
Of mind and thoughts,
Of love,
Of meaning,
It invokes of my burdens and failure,
Bewitched to inconspicuousness,
Nothing descends upon me,
But mountain of realization,
That transgresses on all my hopes,
I am hopeless,
A fool,
A puppet of the greatest puppeteer,
An unvalued one,
My theory is based off nothing,
Thus,
I am too a void,
Driven to soak up everyone's essence,
Desperate as a sponge.