Thinking of you is peace on earth.
You exists in the balance of my heart.

within me and in
The lies I say.
"I wasn't awoken because of her eyes,
Her essence of calmness;
Her."
Ahhh.
I've put you up with the God's now.
They're now your protectors.
Grab my throat and choke sense
Into me.
This is death in the present.

Those butterflies flutter freely in
The meadow,
Each with a piece of you on it.
It's the butterflies I vomited out tonight.

Ah, yes!
My breath is back, you had taken that too.
How may I rest when you roam in the
Distance of my mind and my heart?
Those two winding intersections are
Blocked off now.

Her,
The her that can't,
Won't,
Shouldn't expect love.

It's a suicide of sorts, this love.
It reciprocates death in every
Which way.
Run
Tire tracks over me and love me still.
You are romantic in a time that hides
It so well.
Almost ready to both buy and sell.

Holy hell and her.
Reach down my throat and
Pull yourself out of me.
At this rather mature age,
I cry and this thought:
It will die, this love, and I.

Still, run.
Run to and from my
Needle point confidence of you,
Of myself;
Microscopic love.

My veins flow in spider webs now
No order, just chaos.

I smile and die.
I smile and die.
This is love.