Come, stay
underneath countless stars
on top of the bare pavement

Two souls
longing to grasp another’s
through stories of the past
through the hopes of later

Pour me
your darkness demon
your deepest fear

Let me try
to heal you
and your fragile heart
from the harshness
of universe

I say I’m fine
But I know how to lie.
Dumping all of me into this drink.
My friends do their best,
To show me how I’m blessed.
Loving up on  me, but I’m faking.
I guess…
I’m still hurting, it’s still weighing.
Wondering where you’re laying.
Who’s this new guy you’re displaying?
…….
Approaching me
With danger in her eyes.
Poison on her lips, I bet.
Lingering,
The smell of her perfume.
Allure on her tongue calling out for me.
I can’t…
You should know this, you should know,
I may glitter but I’m not gold.
I was told not to love anybody
‘Cause I’m just gonna hurt somebody.
She said “I know that road is rocky,
‘Cause I’ve already been somebody.”
So I put my hands on her body.
It felt good to be close to somebody.

It’s not love, it’s not romance.
She just came here for a dance.
I say I’m fine, but I can lie.
She sees the truth behind my eyes.
“Let me cure you, bring your pain.
Hopefully you’ll do the same.”

September was a
Porcupine kiss.
My tongue, swollen
And aching to
Spill these words
And thoughts
And feelings
On why it hurts to talk.
My lips, fat and
Speckled in ruby,
September is a jagged
Blade, rusted by
Memory and
"Why did you go?"
September tasted like
Pennies and
Smelled like morning breath.
It sounded like
Grinding teeth and
I couldn’t move for days.
September felt like
Stagnation.

Until I saw the color,
And it was like
My eyes were brand new.
Another who could see
Them in his own way
Lifted some of the
Burden.
He’s a reminder to exhale,
To appreciate the loss
Of the ones we love;
The poster child of
This type of pain.
So I breathe,
And September is here
Again.

But now September
Tastes like sweet *** and
L&M, the gemstones
Kissed from my lips.
September smells like
Warm sheets and apples,
And it sounds just
Like your laugh.
September is a
Drunken kiss and
101 "I love you’s",
And even that isn’t
Enough to express
How much it all means.
September feels like
Celebration,
As it should have felt.

We were just
hurt feelings
trying to find
comfort
in eachothers arms.