I'm a ******* wreck.

Call the Captain, his ship'***** shore harder than anyone expected.
There are times when I don't want to break up lines;
I think it's more poignant as a whole.

Hole

Heart-shaped
Boxing belongings
Following the followers of the followed
Allotting allowances for the anonymous

I have books overdue
And talks long past stale

We could stay up for eternity, and not touch... and I'd be fine.

I'm slowly realizing how much I don't want ***.
Not that it's not a desire,
Don't misconstrue
I just don't seem to need it as much as you, or you, or you

Call it implausible impossibilities
Dear Billy the Opossum

I'm watching over shoulders
That are not my own

Sitting in abandon cabins
Crying for home

And with every red streak on my face
Is another mistake I'm attempting to erase
Suicide sounds best in depressive tonalities
If I played the xylophone would you still be proud of me?

I'm loved for reasons unknown
And spiritual for reasons I don't speak of
Intimacy
A part of me
I'll soak you in
Like fine atmosphere
Or finer wine

I'm white carpet
You are Pinot noir