darling, loving me is falling apart with octobers and kissing your poems goodbye. it is watching autumns unfold while slipping into the tracks of a freight train. i will kiss your skin, all chapped lips and sweetened cigarettes, my hands on your neck, as if feeling the walls of an athenian ruin. i will be every distinctive silhouette in a film, every line in a song, every secret spilling gracelessly off your lips before you catch yourself. i will set you on fire and you will burn; all wide-eyed and irises made of the storm, beneath my feather light touches.

i have a proclivity for breaking hearts and you will find yourself neck-deep in whirl of heartbreaks and headlights — all moonstruck and confused. i will break you — destroy you, bit by bit, in the most elaborate, exquisite way, that you will know one thing, darling —

chaos has a tendency to look beautiful.

To you they seem petty,
Redundant and fancy.
But these words,
All night they kept crying
They stayed awake waiting
You stood them up.
These words,
They cried all night long.

Your words, they are strong
They never shed a tear.
And every precious word
I wrote you,
Let me have them back
Please dear.
Please dear.
They’ve cried all night,
You’ve turned a deaf ear.

They keep knocking on your door
But you do not open.
All night at your doorstep.
You’ve easily stood them up.
They stayed awake waiting
Waiting and crying
They cry all night
But they won't give up.

Words fail

These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.

I remember a time when I loved you
When you were my world
When you were all I loved
I remember your kisses and hugs
I remember the way you said my name
And the way you walked away
I remember the tears I wept
And the pain I felt
The emptiness you left me in
Cold words and colder eyes
They just don't suit you
Or at least the boy I used to know

You thought that I was easy
                  to smoke,


But you vaped my lyrics,
    now I'm stuck in your lungs,

Cemented words that you cant exhale,
                          cremated within you.

Your drowning
                         now comatose verses,
           that you thought were strawberry

kisses.

But when you swallowed,
                                              you never chewed.
Now you got razor wire cuts
                                             lacerating you inside.
  With every inhale of my lyrical chemical cloud.

You think I'm easy to swallow,
     breathing my verses that never leave you,
my words are like asthma on your generation.

Making you wheeze when you don't inhale
          enough of my lyrical verse.
   They tried to ban me,
                        but,
every one wants to breath me in.

I'm like a exhale that clouds your thoughts,
         but you'll still smoke my verses till


you got tubes huffing and puffing.


             Knowing that your last breath

will have my words clinging to your lungs...

                               Me in in liquorice

kisses that will last on your lips.
       I'm the last kiss you taste,
                             my words will be

on your deathbed..
          

                                    Here lies verses
                                    that were simple
                                    but never left you.


                                      cremated with the words
                                      
                         ­            I choked on the lyrics.....
                                     but I'd smoke them again.

I should like to caress your eyes
and invite you to dive into words:
their beauty, their powerlessness,
their singular characteristic
of being the best shot I have
at making sense of the beautiful mess.