Somber eyes
Fastened mouth
Broken fingers
As I stare out my bedroom window at the sky-
At an unidentifiable moon that seems to faintly glow behind its shadow.
Unknown to the rest of space,
Unknown to me.

I only open my mouth, it seems,
To offend, by changing feet,
Born with foot in mouth disease,
Don't take any notice, please.

Words will betray your mouth,
gather clumsily behind your lower
lip before walking away, stumbling on a flat surface.

Words will betray your mouth,
your tongue will trip as it attempts to curl around many syllables and shapes that are hard to form.

Words will betray your mouth,
teeth chattering in anxious continuum, individuality being sworn away

Words will betray your mouth,
even when your thoughts are the burning lava at the mount of the volcano come to known as your throat.

Words will betray your mouth
when you are not using it to convey them.
Mindless scatterings of useless words pushed together into a form or a silent mouth opening and closing around another.

I see you through
my screen.
Your words sweet
in my mouth.
Juicy like a nectarine.
Delicious hot chocolate
with whipped cream.
Fulfilled my longing dream.
Desire for more.
That is where my heart
is beating for.
You make my soul
a little brighter.
You relieves my pain
a little lighter.
Makes my heart
feel warmer.
Your love makes
me stronger.
I hope I can return
the favor.
Humble words like
an anchor.

we were living in a haze
and killing each other slowly
with soft spoken words
creating our own kind of poetry