Fingerlings of trust branch out to touch.
You provide a sense of hope,
I hope to keep hush.
As to let you in to this home
would just be to much.
Hollow wood struck with amber,
stands tall between your face and mine.
Gold flashes out of the corner of my eye.
Round in presence, it turns as you persist to try.
I raise my hands to push against the standing mass
now opening in my direction.
Move slow I shout.
Beyond this threshold is a cluttered home
that renders cold, inept of warmth.
Give me a moment,
I'll start a fire to warm the air that now stands in front of your face and mine.

I want to love you
Broken
I try
Broken
I try to get out the
Broken
Out the sentences but something is
Broken

and something to relate
all we want is something to relate
because in this salty world
we remains submerged
until someone can say i feel your hurt
until someone can say i know such fates
until someone can say i relate

Oh and you will be tempted.
I promise that you will be tempted;
but don't give in to the one who can't fix it.
He'll carry a bronze heart slandered red.
Up tall, dark waters you tread my girl.
But knock three times,
and you can hear that swindled chime

tangerine skies exist as beautiful,
astonishing light
but only, first after blossoming from
the darkness of night

In the cold air of night,
there lingers a warmth of sun

in the darkness of fright
there lingers a sense of hope,
a sense of light

I just want to cut myself open

to see if I bleed
...

to see if I am real

to exhaust all of these exhausting feelings that I feel