I ripped out your insides from the outside,
and I hung them out to dry.
I tore your outside to spill your insides,
and I stood and watched you cry.
I fed you lies for every meal,
and watched you eat them up.
I watched as you grew sick and sicker,
but even that was not enough.
I heard you cry and laughed out loud,
but you refused to see,
That even though you told me "never,"
you did all this to me.
You ripped me open and ate me up,
as my cheeks kept getting wetter.
I did to you what you did to me,
Only..baby, I did it better.

If only reality had an off switch
so I could fall backwards into my other normal
counting
5 4 3 2 1

and I'm there....

I'd hold your hand tight,
as we spiraled through the myriad of stars
in a blanket of millions of colors.

aurora after u n r e a l aurora,
we'd float through reality
on a blanket of velvety blues.
Colors would (jump)
like my heart does
every time you hold me close.
and this magical light switch
would turn off reality
so we could float along improbably,
through light and time and matter and space

until the old reality implodes.

this is not a love song, this is brutal honesty
the mother tongue of a girl estranged.
i want nothing more than to curl up with you
i love the sound our lips make together
and how you stumble over my body
as we both explore new lands
with unsure hands.
i am always afraid
and i always want more.
i want you to tell me
that we have 20 minutes to ****
before you have to go
so why dont we **** the time
with no space between us
trigger me baby,
i'm your gun.
how many ways
can we taste each other?
watch me spill love
look for the
drips my heart leaves as i walk out the door.
i am lust
i am hunger
i am want
let every day be saturday night
we'll turn off the lights
and fall together
like pieces of the same world.
you warm my hands
into small fires
skin pressed to mine
hot like live wires.
you make me feel
like a breath,
an irish spring,
green in the sun.
your lips pave roads
from neck to breast,
the oceans of mouths
intermingling,
exchanging salts
and currents.
my heart swims under
your lips,
my fingers trembling
and clutching your chest.
my thighs are not as thin as roses
but just as sweet under your hands.
right now, i need you
truly madly deeply,
and the thunder
will break
soon
i hope

happiness,
elusive
like a moth,

paper thin
and breathing heart,

skin with lilting
powders,

flight under blood.

your breath is painted
against the sky
and i am travelling
in spirals
with it
to the stars.

behind my lips
lies a sun
in full bloom.

we are static,
side by side and
song-hearted.
i feel the sun
peaking from its curtains,
i feel warm
creating photographs
of my body in your arms.


happiness,
elusive
like a moth:

i have caught it.

the entire sky felt too heavy
so it sunk to its knees
begging for relief
for the emptiness
that always follows the pain
numbness in place of agony.

this is the time of dying suns
that donate brilliant colours to the sky
for those who admire the deep red vistas
and feel the end of another lonely day.

hot shock to the system,
this is sunlight
breaking your body
with unbending hands,
the heaviest hit
hurting even the hollows
between your bones,

this is the time that shadows grow
scurrying and juvenile in their footholds,
the newfound cracks and crevices
where dying light has lost its strength.

the wind has birthed us
tornado children in the night
the dark swallowing us
to be as invisible as our mother
and just as powerful.
the sun is still shining
where you are,
as my head blushes against
a pillow.

this is a time of change
allowing the world to be something different
allowing us to escape ourselves
this is the night.