I can't have the passion
It's just lust
Envy
Empty persona

Hint of malice
Illness
Uncurable

Messages don't reach
Responses zero
Hollow existence

Just self-love
Remains
Continuing
To wither

She's ugly but I want her.
The truth is , we all know a gal like that.
And the truth is a lot like that gal.

Is it that time already?
I did not expect this day to come,
Yet I knew it was coming all along.

Your face I recognize it from before I lived.
So beautiful, flawless and shimmering.
Everything that was a blur is now clear to me,
You have lifted my eyelids so I can see.
You were always there besides me.

The colours are so pretty,
I can see further down the spectrum.
I can see there is more dimension to you,
and that there is more dimension to me.

I missed you,
I was gone for so long,
But I have come back to you.

What do you mean I need to go?
Why are you leaving already?
I have waited long enough,
just take me in already!

Take me to this place,
this place beyond imagination!
Take me to this place,
this place beyond limitation!

I want to leave this all behind,
I want to go with you,
so I can fly too.

Taste of sugar - maybe stevia
In the back of my tongue
Where the throat meets the muscle
And draws the line, the border
It’s so sweet despite not having a sweet tooth
I can’t handle it though
Some can’t handle the thought

I don’t understand
There is
This sweet taste
At the start of my throat
Every night when I lay awake
I wonder why
It won’t go away

a swollen finger rising to the occasion
rising to the size of a grape, purple
bloated like a stuffed pocket or pregnant chicken
green oozing out like the slime i got from the museum and the smell of rubber and plastic following me in my sleep

a ghost by the window slipping into my thumb and biting pain
the numb pressure of muscle tissue ripping
the phantom claws out and shouts that women are debris
swamps with lost metal buried at the bottom if you dig long enough the days become one and their hair consumes you whole

i argue with the shadow, threaten that this bruise will burst and blood with meet alcohol, an antibiotic fever dream
it stares at me defiant, like a giant pulverizing a village
my fingers wrestle and before the abscess can pop
the fingerprints unravel until i am nothing but thread
a coil at the bottom of the floor
a dress to be sewn in a bedroom
the shadow stand up and fits her bones into the fibers, a bride in white
the thumb hurts no more

None of us are getting out of this world alive,
  so please, stop treating yourself as an afterthought.
Eat delicious food.  Walk in the sunshine.
  Jump in the ocean.  Say the truth that you're carrying
  in your heart like a hidden treasure.
Be silly.  Be kind.  Be weird.
  There's no time for anything else.