she said
that they would
travel the west
like a run on sentence

and to miss her
but she'd be safe
because he was
bringing a shotgun

and to visit.

and i will.

Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.

I wish I could wake up in a better world
I wish I could wake up anew
I hope that when the sheets unfold
I'll be there with you

I dream — in my dreams I can always feel
how everything fits into place
oh, don't tell me it is not real
the kiss and the embrace

asleep? — it matters not where it takes place
everything coming to be
the next day when the sun is raised
it will stay with me

and tomorrow we'll be together again
if only for the length of night
and there will not be any pain
when you're in my sight.

I shall tread, another year,
  Ways I walked with Grief,
Past the dry, ungarnered ear
  And the brittle leaf.

I shall stand, a year apart,
  Wondering, and shy,
Thinking, "Here she broke her heart;
Here she pled to die."

I shall hear the pheasants call,
  And the raucous geese;
Down these ways, another Fall,
  I shall walk with Peace.

But the pretty path I trod
  Hand-in-hand with Love--
Underfoot, the nascent sod,
  Brave young boughs above,

And the stripes of ribbon grass
  By the curling way--
I shall never dare to pass
  To my dying day.

your limbs are like trees
enclosed in your vines
a small pink heart
with two beady eyes.

it sees what you do
but you've wrapped it up tight
suffocating its thoughts
bound by your might.

it's empathy trickles,
like a tiny blue stream
drops hit your toes,
a carebears dream.

your dark insides squirm,
and your empty eyes plead
and that little pink heart
pulses with need

i climbed inside,
to sit in its' glow
your abyss growing tighter
the blue beings to slow

I cradled your heart,
in the crook of my arm,
i carried it out
escaping your harm.

your little heart looked at me,
with those beady eyes,
it welled up with tears
and let out a sigh.

the pink heart exploded,
and covered me in blue.
your sad eyes closed
the last of you.

Please don't talk to me right now'Cuz I'm trying to get you outYour tender touch is nowThe claw that tore my heart apartThe secrets you whispered in my earI wish I didn't hearOf course my love's still trueBut I certainly won't tell you

If you were to ask me, i'd
Laugh it off, saying
Of course i do, sweetie. why
Verify? three words
Each day suffice, so
You know, right?                 no, wrong.
Only, ever, always: you.
Uncontrollably, hopelessly, totally, i do.

I'd never do
Such things,

For if I
Hurt her,

Broke her heart,

I'd die myself,

Live, maybe she could
I could not,

Without a
Simple part,

You cannot,

Have a beating heart.

i think about
a lot of things
and most of them
don't stay for long
but if i had to
sum it up,
for you,
i think i'd try.

i think about my memories
and replay laughs
and lessons, kisses
and the first time seeing
people who i now know well.

i think about the near future
and try to tame expectations
and try to focus on the now
but sometimes it
gets tough.

i often feel like
dipping in and
out of life like
something rolling
back and forth
along the wave break
resting now and then.

but mostly i just
think of that
which is before me
like a map or
flower or a shadow
or whatever form i find.

so when you asked me
what i think
it at first seemed
a riddle, for
i'm not sure
i think at all
now that i
think
about it.