One day I will
Publish ten books of poetry and
Burn eleven of them.

Being half-happy reminds me of you
When we'd talk on the phone and I'd write you poems
Comparing you to the pills I've never done
and the powders you described to me

your lips were the softest thing about you
swapping stories, passing lines—
i would rather talk to you than close my eyes.
we waited for the sun to come up
sitting naked wrapped in red velvet curtains
i told you i loved you.

*SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU LITTLE ******* ****
FULL OF HIS *** I BET YOU ****** HIM WHILE I CALLED YOU
IF NO EYES WERE WATCHING I WOULD ******* HIT YOU
YOU WERE THE WORST THING IN MY LIFE
AND I WANT TO BE THE WORST IN YOURS
TAKE YOUR WORDS AND SWALLOW THEM LIKE A *****

when the humble
bend their necks
we show to them
no humility.

Love is the death of man and I,
I am coated in a lacquer of immortality.

i've got 99 problems and
they're all different
ways to spell your name.

The proof is laying next to me in the morning but
I still find myself wondering
If September 2nd ever existed at all

There are two of me.

We are twins,
me and her.

Same body,
Different soul,
But combined?

Two parts but still the same.
Dual songs, one unsung.

I am the snake's forked tongue


The only thought
both minds share freely:
Who am I?

Who am I, really?

you said you wanted my lips
and i laughed at the way you worded it
and the way you thought
you didn't have them already.
almost as if
we haven't been speaking
our entire lives.
almost as if
you weren't even listening
to every word i gave to you

If I could travel through time,
I would go back to when I first met you.

If I could stop time,
I would stay there for ten years,
     Thinking.

If I could control time,
I would have never met you,
And still have grown up in the process.

They say there are more stars than grains of sand
and I hope that does not likewise apply to time
I sit, drop sand, count grains as seconds, and wait.

We were listening to California Love when your friend left my room at midnight
and you decided to stay longer and move onto the single bed of my dorm room.

I didn't ask for you and I to be alone in my room.
I didn't ask for bruises on my neck or a permanently locked door or a situation I never thought I'd end up in—
but somehow I ended up with them.

You want to be a model and it shows—
you wanted photos on your phone
of us making out before i kicked you out of my room
with a smile on my face because violence
is scarier when you could reciprocate it
(i know you're not above that).


you started crying because I am "so beautiful,"

taking off my shirt
"too beautiful to pass up."

"Like Barbie"

It took me twenty minutes to convince you to leave
with California Love playing again on my laptop.


California only loved you because they love ****** up try-hards who did too much coke once and dropped out of university.

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

My mom gave me $30 for a taxi as a plan B
in case you couldn't drive me home if we drank.
We drank and I stayed the night—
but I still used the $30 for plan B.

You and I
were an amalgamate of
two forms of hatred,
sixty shouted swear words,
seven hundred kilometers of happiness, and
one thousand reasons to wake up,
smiling.

my ***** heart is hungover
overdue for a kickstart
startled and *******
all for you,
all for you.

I sit on a long wooden balance beam
Asking *"please, just give me a break."

On the first time I walked your bridge.

He had one foot holding the chapel door from locking, but the other was in my direction. I know you wouldn't have taken two steps towards me, but we both agreed it was fun to imagine that which we didn't believe in. We didn't say goodbye—but I heard a door close.

I have a lust for fire and a taste of ice.


We are the humanity which created a cunning device
called, "language."

It is not wrong vs oppositional right
Opinions change, and rock, and sway

We are not black and white;
We are shades of gray.

The sun sings, "Why the winds do blow
across the planes of the earth,
I shall never know."

The planes of earth
the never knew who to look up to
finally fly up in to the sun.

The sun sets on the worlds below
The sun sets on the clouds to know

"why the winds do blow
across the planes of earth
I shall never know
for I
for I
can never rain, can never snow
Can only warm
surface below."

One day I will be six-hundred and four,
and you will be two-hundred and fifty—
but that is okay, because
you will still call me and I
will still have the memories of our memories.
*"He spoke with
a russian tongue—blue, snowy, and
cold.

When I was young, my mother told
that "Gods are born in iron molds"
Peers caught hold and then controlled,
they told me I was only stone—
cold.
But I see the now—the lies they hold.
The skies turned yellow for all to behold
and I was born
from liquid gold.
Living without a form to hold.

drawing parallels between perpendiculars—
every love i've ever had was born under the sun
but never lived to see the light
drawing parallels between perpendiculars—
stuck in the september,
we only existed in the fall
i only wanted to erase you

I waited forever, but there was never a "right time" to tell you.
I think I found the wrong time, however.

are drugs lips? wit. harem. ember in glore

a red rug slips with a remembering lore.

I cough—and crimson flowers bloom on my palms
faster than the atom bomb can fall
As roots grew out from cells—you were yelling at trees—you couldn't move—you were just yelling at trees—yelling at trees
"Because that's all we really are! Just a different combination of the same thing. Like padlocks"

and it's not oak trees, but it's sapplings—and that's a start to a something we don't have a name to. You plant the seed of insanity into my mind,

i want a christian boy
to gift my skepticism
a rosary

I write about the world.
The world does not write about me.
The world does not write at all.

*The world spills ink.
We form it into letters

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.

In your depths
Between tissue,
And bone.
An ache of none other,
Red-rimmed unknown.

In your depths
Each blood cell that you do obtain
Ravages
It's caging vein.

A corridor of your heart
Itches.
The only way to rid yourself of it
Is to dissect your whole.
And rip apart your flesh,
And tear apart your soul.

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Sadly, an
"I love you"
and a look into your iris
isn't strong enough of a cure
for this virus.
I would rather you
hit me and make
me realize
that the only way to fix the problem
is to revise my mix of overwhelming
string-of-something-mood-swing so
I am sorry,
Kyran King.

I've always hated how
love can sting.

On Saturday night
My friends went out,
and I did too—
alone.

At two in the morning
I walked passed
a resounding dance hall.
Into trees.
Hoping a bear would
hurt me.

At three in the morning
I went home
And found a bear
In the mirror.

Perhaps.
Perhappiness.
She asked what my
"SPH" was?

*(Smiles per happiness)

"You don't think it's bad, do you? That I keep
Finding myself in the people
I find in my bed on Saturday morning?"

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 build bridges
I don't burn them.

And with every bridge I turn to
I look for the white paint lines of
"I Love Sarah Murphy."
Because I find that bridge
is the only road home

there's no one true love—there's five of them
there's fifteen of them. there's zero,
and that's the hard thing to figure out—is if you only
love one person for four years, you could miss out on meeting the person you could have loved for forty. but you'll never know how long you'll last with a person until you've reach the end of the forty.
there's no one true love—there's only ever standards reached
only ever standards lived up to, only ever standards broken. new chances taken and old flames you wish you still had
(but only to light a cigarette with)

I wrap my body around my mind
I wrap my arms around my ego

you loved me good, but
he hated me better. i'm
a sucker for passion, oh,
the thought of him still
bites.

never wanna be an addict
but i got no qualms against *******
just don't want similarities to you—
n' you had the nerve to call me vain.