Why do they look at my demons,
Before they look at me.

I know you looked at me,
But I don't think you saw me.

I have had dreams
Of us
Leaving all these struggles behind
Just you and me
In our own place
Dancing and laughing
In our own world
Where we don’t have these ugly masks
Covering our love
There is no monster
In between us
Nor inside us
Only the love we have
Where you love me with all you have.

Some dreams come true.
Some are just the longings
Of the heart.
You are the longing of my heart.
Dreams about you
will never come true.

I write not for my arts sake...
I write for my hearts ache...

I write not to remind myself...
I write to re-mind myself...

The graveyard is a
mouth of crooked teeth,
with an ambiguous smile.

I wore my heart on my sleeve
vibrant and true
but you ignore the wash label
bleached anew
I wore my heart on my sleeve
and became stained by you

- i need a new jumper

the words flow up
toward my mouth

my lips have never spoken them

but i've said them a thousand times