Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.

i'm beginning
to memorize the soft meat
of your palms
and the gentle curve
to your knuckles

Not flowers but
All the
Cracks
At the very edge of petals
Where the watercolour bleeds away
And starts to rot
Sweetly
- That's what I am

Blank ceiling
Disillusion
Like
Empty dreams
Hanging in the place of clouds
Each wish
That has ever been begged for
In a hot sleepy mist
Against the cool navy panes
Nose pressed firm
Chin and eyes
Pointed up
Asking the
Stars
Like splinters of
Broken silver glass
With
No desire to reply

I wish I could pull
all the sad out of you
through your chest
And fill up
the empty spaces
With flowers

Chrsanthymum Cardiac Tissue
Your whole heart
plastered
In every
pretty petal
Translucent silk bandages


Roots that twine veins
An entire botanical garden of happy
Blooming
in your bloodstream

The sky spilled sadness
Into paper cups
And lilac clouds
Soaked up the dreams
Of a thousand
grey
print press people
With their coffee stained sleeves
keyboard- click steps
And lack of imaginations

Oh my poor whole world
Is crashing down
In stinging purple spark explosions
And salty little girl tears
And I can hear
The echos of
Every time
I ever wished on pastel birthday candles
Distorted, flooding,
Rushing like ice white water
Wish Wish Wish

It's truly
a
chaotic
thing
to
suddenly
see

starlight,
heaven,
and
everything

in someone's eyes