**** will never release
the way our eyes touched—
and held between them:
those worries in your fingertips.

Time heals all wounds, but
scar tissue is always visible in light
and feels smooth to fingertips in the dark.

Time heals all wounds. Time heals all wounds.

Time has never healed me—
And I was never wounded.
Yet my entire body is smooth in the dark.

Fond memories are used as gift wrap
for the simple ideas
in the complex times—

I wish I hurt you.

Loneliness or luckiness,
Mean or meaning:

I don't know anymore.

I am the narcissist that
fell in love with my own
mind and sadly found out:
It's an abusive relationship.

Graced to know that
you still lie through your teeth and
and
and

(I hope you get a cavity)

I love you no more than I love
my credit card and left nostril.
Not a single gram more, but
not a single gram less, either.

Critic, cynic, skeptic.
We see the same thing differently—
That's relative
not relevant.

4:59 in the morning and
my mind is a mix of
You, dreams and 5am-
All of which, I
have yet to receive.

here we are again
midnight.

as we count the new day away/
one, two, three
in the morning.


four, five, ***
seven days in a week.

playing on our words.
we're weak.
i'm weak.
so weak.

here we are again.

who told you that you could say that
there's blood and ***** and drunk tears on the neck of your sweater
and in the corner of your eye.
substance lettering not making any sense.

who told you that you could say that


Christmas lights are beautiful
But only out of season

I sure as hell didn't.

I'm standing above you like a mechanical crane
you reach up your iron bars and I rotate away—
working on the next steel work frame of my life.
you are irreparable, and I am not strong
enough to carry
even the pieces of you.

I dig the guilt out of my rib cage with my fingers and
embrace it.

You come and go
and all I am left with
is a month of confusion—
half-feelings
and 37 songs on itunes.

your apartment is a glass bottle of ***** and we're drowning in the bottom of it
and the only way to save ourselves is tip the world over
and sip.

(i like it when it's cloudy and the water surface reflects blue and grey)*


http:// i left my car keys on your table made of cigarettes
looked out the ***** bottle window and knew—
there's just something so ******* beautiful about destruction.

And if you find me
(fingers red)
holding onto the side of your
no-vacancy boat—

please, step
on my fingers because
the pain of that is less than the
hope of hanging on.

I've always loved to
float
alone.

carved you out of me
and the cancer is gone.
i'll deny every word of it but
(i know we both look at the holes)

you're a
soft one, but dense/
(packed full of thoughts)
and i mean that
in the best way possible.
i can see us floating away
in my favorite direction

You remind me of my first acid trip.
Of all the quirky people in the world
holding handfuls of trees

You're the one I would like
to wrap in ivy leaves and
take home.

Can you believe me?

I will unwrap you in a year and we will
find god under the sea.
Swimming like seagulls, fishing like carpenters—
we have no skills but we will build a house.


It will be a simple house.

-
-
*My eyes love you so much—
I only wanted to see two of you.
I only wanted to see two of you.

Fading,                                       I
remember    the     days    when
you  lingered   in  my  mouth—
like    the     small    yellow    pill
I    placed    under   my   tongue
to dissolve into my bloodstream.

we never found god.
we never found god.

the only shining light we see
is alarm clock blue,
refracted from the glass of your
empty ***** bottle eyes/

the last drop of this substance soul
finding it's way into (y)our body.

"Munro, one day you're gonna hate the world"



For a reason you never told me, you always called me by my last name.
Maybe you were avoiding the same name of the girl before me
(who loved and was never loved back)
And saying it made the truth so much more real.
You're a murderer.



"And it'll all be because of me."

heaven is 4837km away
(if you take the I90)
and i would walk every mile
to find my wings on your doorstep.

Cold blooded creatures need warmth to live
Shiver without a light to feed.
*Is that why you call me
your sun?

I wanted oranges.
I wanted reds.
I wanted to sit with the setting sun.
I wanted sadness.

I rust like an iron oxide coating
(like you showed me how to do).

Supernova, how I wish,
I still were in love with you.

Two years ago could never
come back
so fast.

My present is paining me.
I retreat into my past.

I touched you and I took you with a sip of wine but I
(contrary to what I thought at the time)
made the mistake in thinking it's make
you mine.

must be a lesson
or at least a sick sign

We're all just grinding in that repetition

(Is next year a parallel line or are we caught
in the circle.)

The cycle drops you into a craze.



I get an invite to the future.

Feather pen with a
needle tip
dripping ink into your vein.
It's insane how
quickly we came

Not for the risque factor, only for the simple fact that
I only want you inside one single part of me
and it's sure as hell not my heart.

Don't look me in the eyes.
Don't look me in the eyes.

you fade like mist dissipating over water and
my neck turns less with every calendar day crossed off.

I'd do a lot for a little
bit more than your eye contact.
Compact as you sway.
Staying away. Staying away.
We get slightly close
then drift once again.
I leave only with your name
but it's one I didn't gain
from your mouth.

my mind telescopes to
the stars that once lined your skin—
who now form constellations
on the rings of
my eyes.

The switch is welcomed
with arms open
like a soldier's homecoming.
—
—
It's not love,
but it's
certainly not hate.

You asked and I told you.
Seven is pretty high for eighteen but
It's my lucky number.

you tell me i—
am spiraling downwards,
but why do i—
see clouds?

taking time captive,
my future tightens
his hand on his own
throat. he acts like a
mother after birth.
i learn to follow steps
once pressed into me,
now fading out.

Time's a number, same with age
but I'd break those restrictions and do it all again
for one more night with you.
for one more night with you.

my thoughts are caustic
our hips, smooth and spastic
in line like jigsaw rows

"where are you from?"
your voice cracks like a toy gun.
"come on—"

Was it selfish of me? You
have no commitment to
the world but still we
frown upon you as you
marry the only thing that
gives you happiness. Was
is selfish of me? For the
love of God, at least use
a sanitary needle.

It happened again.

I can't remember the last time it happened because my mind
doesnt exist
between milliseconds
I wrote this today
Posted it yesterday