Would you want
to know or seize?
Are you able to

see which arms belong
to me and—can cling
to love undeserved—
in the meantime

I grow tired and sleepy
from forgiving you, so you
let me be your blanket, with
my head in the crevice of your
neck, and tuck yourself in with me

A body wants some
body, some more than others
And some none at all

Does the girl even
matter, or is everything
a matter of time

I'm ****** at this.

I skipped class yesterday
and today and haven't seen

you in a few days because you
won't let me and that's valid.
I still wish I could help some

how I think of leaving you at
least once every day but
all I can think to say is
I love you and I'm yours.

My stroke of love
goes against your grain
and I am bade to withhold
in the presence of equals and
betters regardless of the claim

And the needs being
met with knees in the chest

I am uneasy.

Well **** me if
I haven't had this

memory before of a
love expanding during
its reconstruction.

The purpose of such
a thought is to make it
like a poem- all pure and
full of the meaning its given,

and I remember the point
of remembering: to whittle
away the excess and reveal its
ideal form, but what if

it gives you a back kick

It's 4:53 and
I've woken from my
sleep to think of you and how

This whole speak
when spoken to thing
isn't for me and I've run
out of reasons to stay except
for bad timing and fearing

your immaturity and the
paltry amount of love
left I guess

I would stay if I
thought you wanted me

I was going to
do an obnoxious
blackout post but

Decided against it,
because who really
needs or wants it,
anyway

And it's in these small
ways that you affect me

She's changed and
much more sensitive
than she used to be like:

She'll cry if something
is sad enough to cry
about and say "how sad!"

To herself, she says
softness can be a reverse
blade sword that cannot ****

It says "I will not ****," with
a murderous strike: a representation
of a murderous stroke, twice

Removed from a first killing
swing a springtime of ******
youth and creative expression

Exists in the ego only and
the line between signs a
flash of the you in the universe

How natural and harsh, such
lovely waste: an amazing
mazing system of constructing

I couldn't help it
if you came the same
as you did before

And your weakness
is the only thing
that keeps you talking

Yea, yea, yea
Yadda, yadda, yadda
Realize the same thing

Who's been faking
it the whole time?

Some relief
from the
breaking bond
of oxytocin