I create hurricanes while I sleep
I destroy landscapes for entertainment when I'm bored.
My smile has been rumored to awaken dormant volcanoes.
The sway of my hips could be mistaken for a mudslide
And the way that I make love will make you think the tectonic plates learned a new dance move.
I'm a walking natural disaster.
And after we're done you can say you survived it all

Im debating on how heavy a soul could get before your self esteem sinks. I've been finding the bottom of bottles more comforting than being in a room full of friends.
I find being alone is much More suffocating and deadly than lying in a coffin.
I find myself staring at stars wondering how things so romanticized spend and eternity alone.
I find mirrors terrifying
I think hand shakes are vice grips in a trap
Hugs are land mines covered with welcome mats
And smiles are razor blades.
And yet nothing can replace the emptiness I harbor in me like a tumor resting carelessly on my heart.

Dear angel, I would like to say it was nice to have known you.
I would like to say I could have loved you.
I can't imagine what it would have been like to look at you looking back at me.
But I guess something as beautiful as a rose doesn't deserve to come out of a sidewalk crack like me.
If it was possible to make promises to ghosts then I would promise to do right by you.
Dear angel tell God I'm sorry

You're the most enthralling phenomenon since a solar eclipse.

I carried you the way you care for a child who scrapped his knees.

I loved you as tenderly as a giant walks through a Forrest of stain glass tree branches.

I fell for you as hard as an atomic bomb hits the head of a needle, only to rest dormant in  anticipation of further destruction.

And some nights, some nights I laid awake gripping the air wishing the game of Russian roulette in my chest would finally end.

Other nights I would sleep so deeply I thought I could sleep through my own death, some nights I wished I did.

And Every morning I would wake up with desolation and longing soaked deep into my sheets.

I write poetry to forget you. Hoping with every clever word phrase, you'll find your way out of my memory.
I just want you to know, betwixt all these fancy words and captivating images there's a broken girl who sits dangerously at the end of a piece of drift wood as a tornado approaches the shores of a distance beach.
There's a crooked smile singing the praises of some self found confidence that could be bottled and sold in the nearest gag shop.
There's a record player in my chest rotating the same three songs all with the same sad tune of "maybe this time". There's an empty casket going into an unmarked grave for feelings I thought we could share but never quite died.
There's a timid hand shake wrapped in insecurities doused in ambition and remorse for the words and actions that lacked excitement when I took the hand of some fragment that should have replaced you.

**** me back together. love me enough to heal these wounds. make love to me as though you could reach infinity in my skin. taste nirvana on my tounge. grab all my broken pieces and fix them one at a time.

Write poetry with me, and describe the constellations that plague your  tattered, broken  memory.

Faith was created by men who've heard their name moaned softly in their ear.

I waited for you.
I waited so long frost kissed the ground.
Tear drops evaporated and fell back rhythmically to the earth.
I waited so long I wrote 36 letters and never mailed a single one.
I waited so long seasons became reasons to wrap hopes fragile neck in the noose you gave me when you left.
But still I waited.

Make me writhe under you. Make me begg for release. Slowly destroy my innocence as I whimper primordial love songs in your ear. Would you leave me numb? I want you to leave me speechless. I want to float a top constellations without ever leaving this bed. I want to feel the earth move around the sun, and breathe in syncopation with the universe. I want you to make me feel alive.