You
undress
my wounds
as if
they are
just as
soft
as my
skin.

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

dripping
from the wrist
ink
blood

i tried
i tried
to write
to you

i swear
i tried -

i'm sorry
will never
be enough

goodbye
will never
close the
door

the blades
never sever
the ache

the pen
never
carves anything
but your
name

I wonder if poetry is
a humble attempt to reduce
the magnificence or terror of dreams
to words.

Starbucks generation
Stand in line
Heads down
Don’t make a sound
Get your venti iced whatever