sorry I reek of loneliness.

Bad poetry
Is what it's all about
That bad poetry
It is
Undeniably
Raw
Gotta write it
We've all done it
Get it out
Sometimes
The bad poetry
Is what it is

the desire for all new edges
shape us--
the places we left
are just fine without us,
they don't need our words or time.
all harsh breath clawing out, whoosh
sharp and crisp the sound together
entwined, mesh of
lips, neck, throat,
clenching the sheets that wrinkles haphazardly,
screaming, "oh, god."
the pieces fitting so well
we'll never move again.

You leaned in close and said,
"There is no lull before the storm"
You warned me about the wrath of gods like you,
That you were born with lightning inside
And this is why when you cry,
A terrible flood sweeps across the land

I hold you near and the earth is shaking beneath our feet
You said, "You are the lull before the storm,"
And you kiss me like thunder, you kiss me hard
That I am a mountain leveled flat

And this is why your heart is not mine –
That when I leave,
I cannot take it with me
Like Mjolnir in Thor’s hand,
A heart is like a hammer

a sad set of eyes scrutinize me
watch my self neglect
remembering our times together
trying too hard to forget.
I lay by his warm body
his arms hold me, unfamiliar
we kiss, I do not love him
we make love, I do not know him.
sometimes I yearn for your familiarity
but I know I can never return
your strong arms cannot hold me
your gaze cannot see me.
you do not understand
I cannot explain.