Molded blueberries,
I joked of scooping them up
and having a bite

Those
Glances between speeches
Blue
is my heart and in your
Eyes
Pained is the soul

I was transfixed by
That wandering eye, a spec
In a cup of milk

I'll give up on you
Like you want me to and I
Won't push the issue

Your name on Yellow

Labeled biohazardous

I drank like Alice

At 1:01, break

Passed a bit ago, late day

Per the usual

I long to be so

Far away from me, in the

Current state I'm in.

Keep your diary
Full with the stupid **** I've said
and tell me you're too good for it

Hail on the rooftop
Echoed through the long hall
Longing, too, was I

You're a young boy on
The playground, sharing with the
Pretty girls you like

Overts and lies
Condescention, I
Noticed when you
thought I couldn't
You dont have to
Come here and smile
and extend a hand
to me with
false camaraderie
Don't bother
Feigning delight
When I'm ushered in
With the dawn of
some blistering
Winter morning
And when you wish
to spin golden tales
of grandiousity, refrain
Continue the day

And leave me out of it.

Hammered the last
Nail in my coffin
From the inside sticking out
For some unfortunate
Future soles' finding

& of the myriad ways
to drive a man to feel
The goddess weapon
Is *** appeal

All the time
I hear it
He said to me
Sweetie be a
Sweet thing
for me

I looked over the frame and upward to
Meet your eyes when you passed by
A sidewalk beggar
A kenneled hound would
Present this posture to any passing uncertainty
Doning fangs or long coats and a predatory aura

I fell from the curb
Skinned me knee, you bandaged it
and sent me away

Cumbersome, I am
Under some profound stress, and
I'm clueless at best

Wildflower, you
Were no fresh spring rose, scented
Instead, a dry ****

He says he got no
Sugar. Says he won't go to
No stores for lovers

Extended my half
Of the olive branch, and you,
Took it in your flight

Bleak futures are the
hardest part of giving up
and moving along

You lost that look that
Kept me by your door waiting
To see where we'd go

I passed by fancy
Beach homes and dreamt of being
Some rich man's bedspread

"Behold," what a phrase,
Uttered the kind, the crude, and
An unlucky few

I said I'm learning
To keep it to myself but
I'm not sure how

You finally said
You wanted me to leave though
I'd already tried to

Tactical olive green
In my dream, the world ended
You came back for me

Shoved your foot in my
Doorway, and I'm the one left
Tripping over it

Hibiscus Flowers
planted in the wrong season
will not see the sun

i saw that shift in your gaze
when you remembered
the last time
you became something
Wild, Hungry

whats in my mind, asked
with that eager
and far away look
in muddy water eyes
I sympathize, compromise

it's happened again
while the city lights
rippled the water
with their speed
you put your hands on me

and I doth not protest
when you say
i was the one that got away
so why am I back
so why am I afraid

to turn away or
say this ain't ok with me
why must I empathize
without boundaries
or fear an abrupt ending

to this uncomfortable moment

I had to confront
The truth that underlined us
Penetralia

Purple Amethyst
Beneath my tongue, keeps me from
Inebriation

Grey eyes, crystalline
Such depth and great length
Behind your soft gaze

Brought the 62
Eight of Swords burned in carpet
Told me you'd bound me

Consumed and confused
There is no line keeping me
From you, except you

On the tenth winter
Your misery left me like
Migratory birds

His promises of
Tomorrow, Something to look
Forward to, waiting

I love you when you're
Strings of caramel melting
Soft and warm and sweet

Forgot about me
Little thing that no longer
Kept your attention

Ancient Fairchild Oak
Stripped away with saws and rakes
More room for the dead

I thought you, another bygone vessel in the night on to some warm destiny.

How terribly wrong I was to ignore the depths between us.

Asphyxiated
In the ashes of what I
Once mistook you for

Unconscious aware
Who we really are is a
Lesson I learned hard

Burn it all down
And rebuild like
My kin did

A little less fuel
For warmth and
Hopeful things

Fruitless efforts left
Me bruised like a Georgia peach
So sweet nonetheless

Cruisin' for your
Bruisin', & by the
Sound of it you know