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,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
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,
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
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,
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…
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
‘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,
