hope is the thing with feathers,

and despair the autumn leaf

that believes for just a moment

that it’s flying.

My soul lay bare before you
in ****** contrapposto,
as if you carved me that way.

you turn the air to music,
and everything to art.

and even though it’s beautiful,
you remade my heart to marble.

I’ll stop loving you
when even the sundials
no longer tell time

my new tattoo idea:
all of your freckles

(In my mind
she's gonna live forever)

(She's gonna live forever
in my head)

I can't see her in the clouds
but I can hear her in the rain
I can't comprehend her corpse
but I can smell her flesh

Swords storming down from above
Pierce my hands
Pierce my eyes
Pierce my heart

But try to avoid my brain
The part in which she's wrapped around

my poems are so ******?

oh.

neurotic.