turning
into
the true face                          of surrender
one more week
                          and I'll be home tomorrow.
I've forgotten what it feels like                    to be held
sleeping in tangles of sounds
                                             like chips crunching
like papers being crumbled and thrown
                 like the fear that erputed when I threw your words away.
whatever's torn is torn
me from you
and flavor.                 No, I have not forgotten your favorite things,
or the way you reach for me in sleep.

temptation. desire. temptation. retire.

look forward: I'm barely standing.

breath caught stomach knot last thought of
last words of what's worth of what.
of what?

I know you hate me. hate me.
"hate me!"

it's a religion to breathe in

her words (like honey in my mouth).
"I cry because I love her." and she cries too.
and he shy's away. and he hides his face.

there are storms on every side of you
and wars in each moment
                                        you ignore them:
in trying to find the light, your burns shown through: with worries about
nothing to start with                   and                            nothing to end with.

You don't seem to understand,
That everyone gets upset.
Yet I feel,
I need to comfort you,
Like you're mine.

I understand things are tough,
But they could be worse.
You could be
Falling
For some idiot,
Who lives miles away
And won't come see you.

You could be
Waiting up for them,
Thinking,
About them falling for other people,
Mascara running.

You could be
Afraid to ask
If they would be yours.
Because you don't want to ruin what little you have with them.
And hurting.
Every day.

I need cheering up.

You don't seem to understand,
That I get upset.
And I feel,
You need to comfort me,
Like you're mine.

I want to memorize the way you
didn't show up

I don't remember
how it feels
next to you
anymore

The ice
                        forest
       exhales
a tingling             caress
          across my
              face