i know i love you i ******* know i do but for some reason unknown to
mankind not even three oceans of alcohol can bring me to release these
three tiny words from the edge of my tongue and send them into the
abyss of your sweet soul and implore you to become the rich supply
of swirling beauty that engulfs my brain and my lungs and my heart

sweet love? what is that? it sounds like **** to me. i don’t want superficial i want raw. i want you open and honest and i want your bleeding knuckles from where you’ve punched the wall too many times in frustration over me and be loud. be ******* loud okay don’t shower me in rose petals and whisper in my ear that you love me, scream it out to the world when we are high and on a rooftop at 4:28 on some april morning. and don’t buy me flowers, don’t ******* buy me flowers or earrings or silver chains, instead buy me the wire and tools i need to see inside your brain and pull you apart are you will me until there is nothing left of us and we are broken, so so broken that it’s all we can do just to love and fight and love and fight and if it doesn't work out then **** the universe because god knows we tried

i don't like how people say 'you are my sunshine'
because the sun disappears every night. to me you
are my sunshine and my moon and my oceans and my
air you are in every place at every time and i am so
blessed to call you mine.

with fingers of sin i had touched your core, unzipped your jeans like locked church doors and swore i would marry you one day.
they say i shouldn't love you anymore, that poems are only for those you adore—but when you left i was naked on the floor, sold my soul to the convenience store, and
to forget a ****** i kissed a *****
kissed my lips and cried no more

all your cigarettes
there's smoke in your soul
i swear you're asking for death
(more than the rest of us)
I have words inked in my bloodstream
you have them inked on your skin
you're WALKING ART babe but
art doesn't die