Can those lips just belong to me?
And those eyes from the deep blue sea?
I'd paint a symphony
Or sing you a sculpture
Play a poem
Or write you a ballet
If it meant I could have you to myself one day.

I try to exhale the heaviness in my chest
But it’s not enough
It will never be enough
And I’m sorry all over again

he said ‘you are the moon’
but now i’m guessing
he’s adapted to perpetual sunlight
unwanted
those eyelashes fall
like my cigarette ashes
so make a wish
and make it fast
before it’s blown away
by this hurricane
because
he’s made of brass
but i’m nothing more
than the crucible for the cast
the sand dollar swept up
by the tidal wave
or the paint poured down
the drain

my wishing well became all washed up
and there’s an empty sound within my brain
and i’m still waiting on something that never came
you talked about her, when i thought it was me
i interpret everything wrong these days
an ancient codex for the hopeless
lost my copy in these dreams
where we’re invincible and inseparable
with bodies so inviting
and sleep when the sun comes up
on the butcher block because i’m more valuable in pieces
and you’ll forever be my biggest weakness

my heart has a normal rhythm
for once
im remembering the night
you said it could’ve exploded
the fact that it didn’t
made me kiss you harder
so now i push my limits
and leave smoke trails on the table
pump coffee through my arteries
because blood is overrated
sold my breath to the devil
to taste yours

All these songs are breaking my ribs
One
  By
    One
My heart is a  h u m m i n g b i r d
And my breathing is shallow
Look up to the ceiling
As I’m hoping my lungs are filling with blood
My
i
d
l
e
Fingers will do the Devils work
If I don’t occupy them
With weaving these knotted curls together
And lighting

everything

I can possibly smoke
on fire
‘everything is temporary’
Is the hardest pill to swallow

my throat’s on fire
and i’m coughing up my confidence
i laid awake haunted by your voice
ringing in my sleep like a nightmare
with each sporadic pulse
is an erroneous thought
my convoluted conscious convulsing
now your body’s echoing
cooing back after my howling
taunting, daunting, remonstrating
exploiting, and self-serving
aloof to your own ambivalence