I should tear my muscles apart each night
stretch them all the way to your house,
so part of me can linger there
and dance around your dreams.

It's a selfish thought.

My skin itches.
It's trying to crawl away from me,
out of this room
into the bathroom or kitchen or any place with a blade
because I am not empty,
but my mind is playing tricks on me
and everything is an addiction.

I am something like destructive.
I am lies and hunger and razors and headaches.

I've been called
Super feminine
In my emotions
And my lack of apprehension
To express them
I don't know what it is
Why people are this way
Why can't it be just be imple enough
For people to feel comfortable to say what they mean?

I've been
Accused of being gay
Felt unmasculine
But for me there's no other way
To go about living
Without saying what I mean
Meaning what I feel
But it seems
People like me are far inbetween
The general population

However, I'll say this
I'm thankful for the time I live in
And for the people I know
For the places I've been
The things I've seen
Because I know this is what matters
And this is what makes me me
I wouldn't change a thing
I wouldn't eliminate a word said to my face
Because I know for a fact
A cold, hard fact
That all these things
All these amazing, wonderous, beautiful
And terrifying, horrific, disgusting
Things are all just pieces of the equation
My equation

Inside, I lay
Safe
From various perils
Frozen breezes, choking wheezes
Limb stiffening arctic temperatures
And
I can't forget
How can I forget to mention
The disease

Life-stealing, soul-*******, heart-stopping
A parasitic plague of putridity
It's been ages since
It first grabbed
At our necks
Now, it seems
Most of them
Have fallen
Down
Down
Only to
Lift ourselves
Standing limp
Heads bobbing
Drooling
Bleeding
Black
Groaning
To the
Sky

The kicker
Is that
As much
And as
Loud
As they
Groan and gargle
No one
Seems
To
Do
Anything

Her hair, the fire of life,
Lips, silk brushing against your body,
Curves of an hourglass,
The beauty of a fairytale princess,
Gentle as a soft Summer breeze,
The kindness of a Saint,
Thee grace of an angel,
Childish joy,
My Love,
My Katie.

I’m about to do something genius
I’m about to do…
Guess what I’m about to do
I’m about to do something with these lines
I’m about to do something that probably has never been done in previous times
Writers’ police will want me for these literary crimes
Awesome, crazy and fun times
I’m about to have
I’m about to teach a lot of new words to mimes… that should make them laugh
See what I did there?
Like a whale taking a breath… I’m back up
Now take a moment to read this poem from the previous line… all the way back up.