If you were a coloring book,
I would be mad,
That after opening the cover,
There's no spaces left for me to color.

If you were water,
I would freeze you,
Immobile,
And gently stroke my fingers across your surface.

If you were wooden,
You'd be the finest sculpture,
That I would burn with every touch in every crease,
And leave ashen.

If you were an egg,
I'd take the utmost care to not drop you,
And the only place I would break your shell,
Is at the bottom where I'd fit perfectly.

If you were a string,
I'd tie you up tightly around me,
So that you could never leave me,
And I could always feel you on my skin.

If you were lava,
I would gladly burn off my flesh,
And I wouldn't hesitate to go inside you,
Because I'm used to feeling you down to my bones.

darling, it's all a matter of
perception
how you see it

looking out from
parallel shores
we are glimpses
of more
in the distance
strangers to
burnt-out street lamps
and burnt-out sweethearts

darling
it's all a matter of
persepshun
how you feel it

vibrate in your
fingertips
dance upon your
skin with needlepoint
toes
bells resonating
in your ears,
a troubled storm abrew

darling, it's all a matter of
pearshipshon
how you taste it

another glass, more
*****, please
another burning trail
down your throat
the only kind
of warmth
we know

darling,
*it's all a matter of per-cep-tion

noose**
The necklace is pretty
These bindings about my neck
As strong as the ties of the family
Who keep me in line

Noose
If I dared let it slip,
I can't,
I mustn't,
I cannot risk causing explicit trauma,
to those who care enough,
who try with all their might no matter how rough to free me,
from this indefinite strain,
and despite these bruises I promise to try my hardest,
I will not let my thoughts,
collapse.
Regardless of every wave of panic that ripples itself through my nervous system and leaves me void of breath,
I promise to try my hardest,
I will not let my framework snap.**

I'll try.


This necklace is too pretty to surrender.

We are intertwined
an intricate braid of
capillaries and veins,
arteries pumping blood
two heartbeats at
a time

This is not
Fate not a universal
design destiny has
no place along
our twists and
turns

We are unique
shards of broken galaxies
fallen to the earth
No two stars
are the same

But our trail
will light the skies
Distinct, Contrasting
Blues and Reds
woven into the fabric
of an unravelling world

The best heart stopping experience
It doesn't sound healthy
But without it I would die
Seeing the texts my very soul begins to fly
My heart then stops to see what she has written
Maybe she has become braver than I
Maybe she has said those fatal words
The words that will stop my heart
The words of "I love you"
Alas it was not so
So along with my gloomy but hopeful life I go.

If I shouted into the void,
*would you answer back?

We are the ones
Who exhale fog
And conjure the storms
of our downcast

Blood is thicker than vapour
yet we run just as thin
And the raindrop patter
of our hearts
is an awfully quiet din

Oh darling, can't you see?
The weather reports tell us
Only what we want to hear