One day you’ll get used to the blood in your lungs.

Coughing on the overflow like its nothing, dripping
down your chin like the juice from ripe fruits of summer.

I wish you wouldn't look me in the eye, or maybe I just wish
you’d see a cry for help rather than the empty, dead, grey that’s left.

Come closer, kiss me, I don’t mind.
I prefer the taste of copper over
coffee and cigarettes any day.

- S.G.

You are a collection
of things I’m not sure I
can believe but will spend
my life studying,

You are fiction,

But you give me wings
(not the kind of Icarus
though I must say, if I had
the option of drowning in you,
I might be just as foolish as he)

You’ve got a touch like
Midas, and the way I see
it the only explanation is
I’ve been blessed by Eros
to find you,

and though our story may
not end so tragically, like
Icarus, I am sure to fall

down,
               down

     d
         o
            w
                n

- S.G.

I love you, but you need to leave

I’ll see you again, I hope the things

you witness change you for the better

I thought I needed you,

but time and distance and
manipulation change things,

its only the same if I’m alone with you,
you put on a show when everyone else is around and the feeling completely disappears

I always try to tell myself you love me,
but you’re too cold for the kind of affection I need,

I don’t just want to tell you all the ****** up things I’ve felt and thought in the past three years, I want you to actually listen

If things hasn’t changed you’d have driven me insane, and I’ve already done that to myself enough.

- S.G.

she says she loves that
I listen with my eyes because
no one else ever listens at all,

she says she loves that I call
her bluffs, that I tell her she’s
******* up when everybody
just looks elsewhere,

she says she wants to
keep in touch, she wishes
she was better, she wasn’t
crazy, she wants to know
me still,

she says she hasn’t said,
"I love you" to anyone in over
a year, not even her own mother

I know this is true because
she hasn’t cried since then
either, and that’s the only
good reason to cry:

when you’re in love,
when you’re out of love,
when you love your life
so much that you want to die,

and even though
she never says she loves me,

it’s there when she talks to me,
it’s there when she talks about me

it’s the underlying message
when she calls me, drunk, at 3am

because my hands are the only
ones that have ever fit hers.

- S.G.

shades of night cover us,
whispering exactly what
we’re too shy to say,

but it doesn’t matter that
we have to have the shadows
speak for us, I’d give my life
to hear your silence any day,

with you it’s like days never
end, with you I’m immortal,

snorting lines of stardust off
your gentle fingertips,

kissing you feels like
a whole other universe.

- S.G.

so take out your frustrations on me.

slam me up against
a wall and **** me like you’ve
never been more angry in your life,

my silly, empty head thinks
masochism is a virtue, so don’t
ease up when I cry; I want
bruises on my neck, hips, & thighs,

I want to feel my whole body
pulsate for days afterwards,

make me cry, make me
apologize for thinking I’m
anything more than a toy.

- S.G.

I think of you ‘round the clock,
hoping that maybe doing so will
bring you back,

but I don’t want you back
the way that you are now,
I want you back the way that
you were when you loved me,

when we were soul mates,
the kind that knew we’d always
have each other, when other
lovers would come and go

everyone tells me to
let you go, too but then
you call, that spark comes
back and I’m tied to you again.

- S.G.