It's like my body's going supernova.
Every abstract nano millimeter of my being is imploding on itself and exploding into this humid atmosphere - I become slivers of glass on an insignificant Saturday.
My eyes are shattered like marbles -
My fingers scattered like wine glass stems -
I am a shifting, silver star gone supernova -
In the midst of constellations spelling out your name -
There is a vacuum inside me -
My flesh collapses in on itself like aluminum -
I am incandescent like a lightbulb.
There is a bomb inside me -
And the timers gone off -
I spread like a grenade -
Every part of me becomes part of something else.
I am growing from a wasteland -
And dying from the waste -
This encompassing medicine grows within me out of barren soil.
I am a fire -
Golden plasma coins -
This poisonous currency -
I will pay for it all, for it all.
This fire burns branches -
Becomes ashes -
I inhale this dead earth and my lungs are joyous at this fire you've built me from cardboard boxes.

I love you so deeply - I am being broken and repaired all at once.
I feel so full of something I cannot fully understand - I have exploded.
There will never be enough of your lips
Your smiles
Your eyes
Your voice
Your words
Your skin
Your face
Your fingers
Your chest
Your stomach
Your shoulders
Your legs
Your feet
Your kissing
Your voice . . .

If I were walking through an airport toward you, I would not be walking for long.

How many ways can I express my love for you?
You are sunset on my loneliness -
The medicine for my insomnia -
The balm for my aching heart -
And yet my heart has never ached more.

I cannot put my love for you into words - I am without words.
God has finally stumped me -
"Make her fall in love" he said -
"And watch her try to write that".

3 am and we started pretending we were high because we were underaged.
You shared me your loveliest words.
I read your flowering poems.
I felt each word deep down and I pretended not to be emotional.
I felt special because you shared them to me first.
You taught me how to whisper to the cold winds of December.
You opened my eyes to the hope that I have lost,
You reminded me to dream the most unrealistic things.
... And that surreal starry night ended when my phone died and my eyes shut themselves.
Days dashed through their ways and time made its fate that I slept when you were awake.
I saw you sharing the same lovely words to other people.
I heard you saying your flowering poems to them.
I might be selfish... but for the first time, I felt like those words were only mine.
Maybe it was my fault that I slept through 3 am and you were awake until 5 am.
Still, I whisper to the coldest winds at night.
Still, I remember that night when we pretended to be high.

the thought of you keeps me up at night, and lately I've been pulling a whole lot of all-nighters. You make me warm inside, and lately there's been a heat wave inside of me. You get stuck in my memory, and lately all what I know is the sound of your hellos. You're my favorite record, and lately I've been listening to it all the time. I can go on forever comparing you to objects and telling you how you make me feel, but I'd hope that you'd already know.

You hurt me most
When you hurt yourself
I understand how
When you feel pain
It can seem like
The only solution
But I want to fix you
Put you together
Hold you still, for
Every insult
You mutter to yourself
Feels as if
You screamed it at me
Every meal
That you skip
Makes me
Want to purge
Every cut
You give your self
Is a ****** tear
At my heart
The pain you put yourself through
Is not just a punishment for you
It ruins me
Inside
So I have to share in
Your pain
That has become
Mine

What are the things that you wish to remember about me
You better write them down before they all slip away
I keep having this recurring dream recurring nightmare
That you forget about me or remember only the bad
Or only the good but not me never all of me for who I am

I'm tired of this game,
This late night game,
I don't want to play --
I know I shouldn't play.
But you make me feel
Like I'm being looked at,
Not laughed at, like I'm
Beautiful, **** for the
First time in forever.
I don't want to play,
Yet I keep initiating it.
I want to be the one you
Hold in your heart, but
I'm the pictures on your
Phone, and it sure as hell
Isn't me you're holding.

Sometimes I wonder
if you think of me,
in your bedroom,
while you're jerking off
to *******.

Why'd you have to drop it?

**** thing wasn't already broken enough?