(2014)
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
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