Divine and merciful,
this failing,
the imperfection of the mind
that allows us to forget.

Unbound by the weight
of yesterday,
I step lightly
and pretend:

Today
I am new.
I am whole.

As I hold you ever so tight, and gentally.
We kiss for our love so soft and sweet.

As I tell you all my flaws.
You rip my heart with your massive claws.

As I feel my heart tearing open.
You tell me you love me, and try not to hurt me.

I can't help if I am not perfect.
But trust me girl you aren't either.

I try to work through all the pain and suffering.
You have no idea that I'm even alive.

You say I have never tried.
So I stopped and you killed me.

I worry about you every day.
Just to get my heart ripped again.

You and your son mean the world to me.
But until you see that I have tried my best.

I will never be good enough for you.
So leave me alone to wilt like a cut rose in the sun.

Please if you love me like you say you do.
Just go and never return.

My heart can not take much more if this.
I feel like it is going into a rut that can never be fixed.

From my head to my toes I love you.
And the beat thing you can do is leave.

I was told if you love something, let it go.
If it returns than it was meant to be yours.

So just go and I'll die alone.
Hopping that one day you will return.

pale face
empty space
your ghost is gone from this tiny place
the weight begs
between my legs
your smell remains
across the plains
of the table where you left your pain
now i'm on my own
all alone
moan
groan
here
alone

amsterdam. tension. relief. release. accent. bowl. swig. bowl. bowl. reverend. mole. alley. fifth beer. bowl. sixth beer. blur. catching up. *** standing up. normalcy. hiding. secrets. bowl. friends. family. couch. spinning. smiling. exit. diner. bathroom floor. steam. bowl. her legs. beautiful. her teeth. beautiful. it hurts. keep going. sleep. sweat. 8 am. warm wind. splitting headache. packing. bowl. relief. amsterdam.

kiss and tell
i can see her looking back
at you
you really don't care
funk
hiding from the uppers
sharing our high
i don't want you anymore
but the nostalgia
sometimes
feels like
we were good people
once

i'm broken
you took the batteries out of my back
and i'm run down
and tired
i just need my batteries back

blaze blazed
something about the blades
they have cut me so deep
you have cut me so deep
but i can't feel the blade
or the blood
because of the blaze

you'll never see me hop for you again

Sun of early spring,
Joyous— we walk on water,
Minnows under ice.