Did you really think
You could form diamonds out of his words
I realize that yes, they cut
But there are no fractals disguising his hate
Burned lips from letting cigarettes
Go for too long
You've come to hate those lips and
What mysteries come from this feeling
Why you love him, only God knows
Maybe there's perfection only you can see
Maybe it's the lack of perfection
Maybe it's the way his eyes will go
Slant and opaque when you tell him stories
The gritty sound of his voice and laughter
Smokers are disgusting but
You'd smoke a thousand cigarettes with him
Why do we love the ones
Who are most dangerous for us?

Lightning (in their eyes)
• dangerous
• force to be reckoned
• skin peeling from impact
• must stay away, must stay away
• irrational fear
• terrifyingly easy way to die

Lightning (in my eyes)
• tantalizing
• giver of unseen life
• glowing skin and electric scars
• need to be close to
• pure energy, causing extreme wanderlust
• something so beautiful, could it **** me?

Whipped through the crowd in a
Senseless tornadoes wrath
Head bangs and throbs with painful passion
For the rush received
Blurred are the lines
Between faith in you and leaping off this boat
Maybe the wind will catch me
Maybe it won't
Maybe the wind will swallow me down into it's perilous belly
Yes
That sounds more pleasant

Gossamer
That's what her hair felt like
When she leaned over my body and
Rusty nails  
Is how her fingers felt
Trailing paths up my back and
Daises
That's what her breath smelled like
As she whispered love in my ear and
Sunflowers
Are what she looks like
When she smiles and I feel my heart collapse

You really may have travelled too far
But only in your heart
Your physical body is constantly catatonic
Especially when the scars on your skin
Are lit up like a strip mall on Friday
Scars lead you back home
Home is where again?
Possibly somewhere far off in the sky
Definitely actually underneath the ground
Soaking pounds of dirt into skin
Breathing pounds into lungs
Teeth gnash
And eyelids flutter
Oh my, you've relapsed again.

bruises leave pain
and marks
but never memories
constantly we forget
how a bruise has come about
though we know touching it hurts
so we leave it alone
to heal
and soon we forget it was ever there
so why
when it comes to bruises (metaphorical ones) in history
does the memory of pain
and the marks
hold so strong?
we need to learn to be more like bruises forgive but never forget?
how about we
forgive
forget
and MOVE ON

spots
like blisters on skin
irritate me
not only are they
extremely noticeable
they also have the audacity
to be irreversible
once marked or made
they never go, as if to say
I am here
you have seen me
and you can do nothing about it
nothing makes me feel
as powerless as spots do
plus, you can't always hide them
so someone else is bound
to see them too
now we have two irritated
people
because of one
significantly insignificant
spot