mslu Nov 25
i smiled .

i found it funny
that I made all the sense to him in the beginning

but now
i've blinded him
with all that is wrong with me .
i thought you saw me , i thought you knew .
mslu Nov 14

i've dipped in and out

the mountains i thought i moved took back their strength

and in the taking,
cracked open the ground

leaving me off-balance than before

yes, i should've fought back but


i stay dipping in and out

there's no such thing as control

no such thing as handled

a loose grip

had me falling through the cracks
and as i fell onto hard times

the darkness welcomed me

so i stayed

. . .
mslu Nov 11

i dip in and out

i made a home of the 9th cloud

except the happiness i found leaked out

and spilt outside of the silver linings
mslu Jul 8
i sat and watched him
to lift the heavy pieces of me
then try to break them up into smaller portions
but he couldn't
so i offered him my strength
as he does, he rejected it and swapped me with

"it's fine, i can handle it"

rubbing the tolerance onto his hands

"it's fine, i can handle you"
his pain? he thought he knew masculinity
mslu Mar 20
The second time

was at a celebration of souls
where creesed-up eye lids were adorned
with laughter and teeth confettied all around
in the midst of the vibe
had my mouth open in accordance with the dance of laughter
when your scent found my tongue
through conversations, amplified throat vibrations
it took a while to savour you flavour
for me to feel

its you again. "

i tried to spit you out like I do with the rest of them
but I didn't.
i couldn't.
you seeped into my conscious, strongheld my reasoning
and I still don't know who you are
what you are
how you are doing this
i'm just left blinded to everyone
and focused on feeling you
mslu Mar 15
do you know nothing of obeying your roots

and not going wherever the wind blows


setting standards and restricting movements with the wind

to show just how bending

is more truthful

than breaking .
mslu Mar 12
The first time

was when I was walking down the street
filtering through my thoughts, like I do
minding my own business, like I do
when your scent found my nose
street sewages & the dancing of the
it jolted me, disturbed my personal missions
after which I turned around
in hopes that I would find you around me
so I could confront you face-to-face
instead, I was left to tilt my nose up at a degree lesser than my dignity
as I tried to follow the trail of your scent back to where it came from
only to get lost  .
...he's still out there
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