I have poetry Running through my head Tangled, resilient Like knots in hair Dark things shake me at night My pillows feel foreign And sweat is cold Sadness sleeps on my eyelids Cozy as can be But always terrorizing Only me
raindrops racing smooth and cold on my neck fast across my vertebrae boots smacking puddles and a lighter escaping from my pocket i'm a mess, oh god don't i know it being double blinded from fog behind glasses and tears streaming torrentially
I had a dream That we went to a museum Full of nothing but e.e Cummings paintings and ashtrays for our convenience With interlocked fingers and sweating palms I kissed you on a spiral staircase Leading down To a swimming pool Where we sank like stones Without our clothes And I'm sure I kissed you there too