I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
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,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
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…
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.