words so clever could not hide this blundered heart
two halves in being when we are apart
these words so carefully crafted [turn and spill] become my art

they help me mend my
broken
broken
heart

this canvas: *****, tattered

just paint me lavender
and find me there after

I use you for the only thing in which you are good
This love was always misunderstood

Hollow shells move like ice
This desire for superficial nice

It's known,
stated,
and plain
But I still choke in frame

I submerge self quilt
with this deep embrace
Hoping to be more than a remembered face

I need to ask
How do I taste?

Is it salty?

Because this current [love] is so faulty
It's faulty because you do not love me at all in fact
Love is such a long stretch when your heart is barely intact

But hold me close
Because this moment shines rose

And all is calm
Until the empty space in my bed outweighs what is filled
Where my heart [in this moment] seemingly healed
Will break open releasing all that was sealed

And I will lay here
Heart barely intact
Until our next lusting act

Lines of betrayal and deceit sink deep
These dark lingering thoughts, hard to keep
Hard to keep buried within
This tattered spirit is in attempt to mend
This air of darkness is in must to fleet
A faltered facade reaches for light
But this dark haze is winning the fight

tangerine skies
they exist, i know
i hope*
an introspective world flickers in darkened taupe
blue ivy pierces dreams
lavender hopes evade
tangerine skies, you swirl my desires
a life of steep expectancy
and a fleeting presence of hope
tangerine skies you ignite my mind
and fuel my spirit; a long and tattered rope

& all of the sudden i have a case of insomnia
thinking about your hazel eyes
pools of golden honey brown
so deep with promise of truth
but inevitable glimmers of falsity

a hollow shell now perched by your amber intentions
still smolders from your hazel touch