i loved you
when the sun
still rose in the west,
when caterpillars
hadn't grown
their wings yet.

i loved you
in cherry lips—
in almond kiss,
in dreamy eyes,
in youthful bliss.

now, my distant heart
could only love you
in heavy mist,
in forlorn might,
in fleeing light,
in vague hindsight—
of what was right.

Angular relapse.

Like a tongue on a hot pipe.
Gets blistered.
Boils in the star in the sky.
And pops.
Pus.
Picking up even the stongest bones crunching.
The whimper.
The moonlight.
The **** in the head that fries.
Pretend to even act.
Like the little voice beating between the ears.
Meaning nothing and everything.
For everyone and Nobody.
But stills crawls.
Back into an acidic center.
Home that could never be home
And flushed into. . . What be formed into silent ends.


Garrett Johnson.

loved many women
in my daytime life,
still, not enough,
to satisfy my needs.

that is why god created
the inhabitants of a
priest-cohen holy dark,
so we can be alone
when we
fill out the list
that
I deny exists.

keeping it safe,
so only they
can see me,
& vice versa,
so apropos,
nobody else can.

Romance is great,
when it is
wordless and silent,
no interrupt-us
when writing many
imaginary imagery,
only love poems
with both
ambidextrous hands

You loved me together with my scars.
Scars caused with pains and tragedies.
You loved me on the nights when I did not even love myself.
You were there to nurture me, to nurse my wounds.
To stop the bleeding, to give me warm hug and sweet kisses.
You loved me the way I should be loved.
You loved me with my foul mouth and short patience,
Like you were enjoying staring at me when I start to get ******.
You loved me in my morning moods as the way you loved my calm nights.
I get to use with it. All of it.
It was beautiful and surreal.
And you did not stop loving me until I stopped.
I created this small universe excluded you.
I started to walked away from your begging.
I turned my back with your pleading.
I hurt you, I left. I was never contented of what you can offer.
Until you get tired and I’m regretting.

The biggest lie I told myself was the I can’t live with out you .





I’m still breathing better than before

I loved her
before
I even
met her.