The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
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,
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
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,
‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
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,
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,
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,
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
