we hope and we dream,
not for reality,
but for moments and scenes
that are not what they seem
shimmering behind sheens,
sparkling on silver screens
we do not see the deep
cuts, the endless lost sleep
promises they won't keep;
no, we thought love was cheap
so what now of our dream?
still, who are we to deem
that it can't be redeemed
and to now call unclean
these faults that we have seen?
is it beyond our reach
to both learn and to teach
our tongues new ways of speech
to taste something so sweet
we may forgive that heat
and venture to entreat
that we somehow may meet
in the vastness between
our mistakes and our dreams?

Clumsy mistakes and words fake,
Those were the fragments of your world.
The earth underneath my legs shakes,
My whole body twirls,
From the unbearable ache.

You spoke of honesty and liberty,
Yet you chained my soul and fed it with lies,
In this captivity,
All I see are your cold eyes.

You’re no man,
But a cruel monster,
I tried to run,
Your grip I couldn’t conquer.

You may be strong,
But my will won’t be killed,
Your tongue, serpent long,
Will never be that skilled.

Do you ever wonder
if the painter
tires of his colors?

I worry that
I may be
An electron.

The negative charges
Are building beneath
The shield that I choose
To call my ribcage,
Painting my lungs blue
And weighing it
With my mistakes.

I cannot exist alone,
All too willing
To give myself away
To anything that somehow
Makes me feel whole.

I’m sorry
I couldn’t tell you sooner,
But these problems
Can’t be solved
With science.

I put him before everything
But he valued other things
I gave him everything
But he couldn't take it all at once
He was my everything
But it just pushed him away
Everything
will
be
okay
right?