under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
