ignite that ****
light
glowing inside of you
its there
its there, my love
but you're trying to
dull it
down
saying there's nothing more inside of
you
than emptiness,
but i can
see
that little light
barely shining through,
let it out,
you've got to let it out.


m.g.

The armrest between us
feels dangerous.
Here I sit
separate
in my chair
safe
on my own.

The tension is thick
like the rim of your glasses
thick
like the lump in my throat.

I focus on not touching you
so much so, that I forget
about the no-man's land that is
the armrest.

Our fingers touch briefly.
It's an accident.

It's electric.

And our hands do a dance,
delicate and graceful.
A ballet of avoidance.

Ceasing movement,
content in our solitude,
A sigh of relief.
Of disappointment.

Then, a sudden attack.

You lace your fingers between my own
and gently squeeze my hand.

You don't look at me.
And I am grateful.

Maybe it’s the weather.
It is raining.
Or maybe it’s the futility of life.
Maybe it’s the losing of friends.
The pressure to evolve
Into a carbon copy.
Maybe it’s the realization that everyone dies alone
No matter who you meet along the way.
Maybe it’s the lack of ambition
Mistaken for a lack of purpose.
Or perhaps the lack of purpose
Mistaken for a lack of ambition.
Or maybe it’s the weather.
It is raining.

today I sought a frequent why
fore i would rather sleep then die
but given choice, i'd magnify
the fotitudes that lay hereby

these words are merely present ghosts
extensions of this wholesome host
who never found their great almost
the ghouls in which i've been engrossed

with solitude the dark divides
a dawn away from my demise
this sight is not for somber eyes
a thought that brings a sense of prize

I've typed again a wretched fleet
based upon a dire deciet
but history will soon repeat
forcing me to press delete

I thought of you today,
And promptly Squashed said thought.
It came back, a little later,
So I Squashed another thought.

Now as you know,
I enjoy my thoughts.
So could you go away,
and stay far out of my thoughts?

I didn’t think I loved you,
That’s not on my thoughts.
But similarly I don’t hate you,
So I better Hold that thought.

Instead of that, I guess,
I’ll hold onto these thoughts.
Because you are long since gone from me,
and all I have are thoughts.

You're making me cry and I've only just met you

I hate you already

you're too nice
you're too beautiful
you're too funny

you're too perfect

for words

yet I keep wasting them on you

I want to not want you

but I do

I want to kiss you
all over

in your house

in my house

in public

in private

I want to peek at chu from afar
and drink you in when were up close

you smell so good

so so delicious

I could eat you for breakfast

I could sleep in your bed and make you hot cocoa

we could be afraid together

we could laugh and laugh

and laugh

I'm so awkward and
you
are too weird for words

you make no sense

we make no sense

I don't even know you

you don't know the real me

not yet

but you might if you keep this up

this act

it's so convincing

I want to believe you

in all of you and everything you're saying

I think back
and remember
it was so
wonderful

I worshipped that

it's a weakness

you're my weakness
now

I know what you're saying

it's probably not true

you just want it

like everyone's said

I mean I kinda want it too

and your lies are so good

your lies are exemplary

they're better then mine

so I'll play along

I have too

I'm hooked now

don't let me go
don't leave me
keep me here in this fake heaven
this cloud nine

I'm skiing your body with my emotions

I like it so much

I'll smile back

please

please just don't stop smiling at me


I think it will break me.

I'll keep a rag and dust pan handy

I've been told

I'm a fantastic sweeper