what it'd be to be loved by you.
you could press my cheeks,
and press me with purpose.
what it'd be for it to be true.

i'd fall for your affection,
stay golden in your attention,
i'd be complete with
your weight upon my chest.

my heart it'd be steady,
or a rippling river ready,
and it'd be so good,
all because of you.

could you hold your
words as genuine
the day we met ?
when life fails
and shatters
and grief leafs
fall on splintered sticks ?
would you kiss me then
tenderly and sweet,
or atleast hold me
until i weep ?

i've not had an other like it,
one that'd stay after that.
i'll find peace one day
in the aftermath, and
then peace
shall be your likeness.
i'll be your forever
grace,
your forever,
lover.

nothing makes
me feel better
than writing
new words
in new ways
pretending
they're not
unique in
some way.

i cope
in every letter.
but sometimes
it can be more
a hard drug.
something
detrimental,
less fun.

dont feed
off my words
like they
are your
high.
it's a waste
of your own
talent,
your own
supply.

your name used
to rock me asleep.
slowly but surely,
id sleep so sweet.

this was a list of
lovers, each so
unique.
the list has been
lost, in time,
it did deplete.

to find my relief,
i dream; i glide.
a warm summer
sky above scattered
clouds so high,
I feel the wind
like an embrace;
effaced upon
the glory of
freedom.

I could use
a true touch,
sure.
but i don't
want much
more.
ive been
gone enough
to not expect
anything more,
ive been alone
enough to survive
myself.
i dont necessarily
want to fly, no,
im more rather
one to glide

you see something in me ?

i'd like to know, just to
know what you see

your eyes, they
reveal all i could
want in a millennia
of stars

your beauty, can
you see it in me ?
i want to be beautiful
i want to be a man
of great example

everything i
see internally
is just an extension
of what others
have given me,
a word amongst
a sentence spoken
by another,
yet there's something
so unique and
perfect about
a placement of
one word

i need a gift
lord, i need
your gift.
i need a lift
lord, i need
a lift.
only if i
deserve it
lord, only
if i deserve it

you seem disgusted by it all
and all is a lot to be disgusted by

overwhelming,
feeling it
like every pixel and pixel between
on a white screen

it washes around in your
stomach
like an exuberant
decay.
the genocide,
the exploitation,
of your mother earth

I wish I could wash you,
but it'd be just another
illusion or ideal
to be behind

adrift in each my sleeps
i've been caught
in summer afflictions

sounds and collections
of music and stories,
people and palindromes,
a Rollercoaster raceway
through time

is it better to know what
you've lost along the way
or to never have had it to begin
with?

i've been searching for answers
and i've been seeing them
in some eternal escape,
some savant survival,
railways and roads
i don't know the name of

it warps and it wanes,

when I'm with you.

time becomes a black sand,
a grainy but flowing
sloeberry melanin river.
time becomes as soft as
the Sun's beach and
like a hot humidity
upon sickly lungs.
it warps and it wanes,
when I'm with you.
The mountains could
hug and
the sky could comfort,
the storms are
alive with every
thunder strike of
tempestous grace.
time runs in
the forests until
its breath couldn't catch,
it flies until the wind
won't carry it longer,
it sits and rests
in a lover's embrace
for eternal days.