Wrote this a while ago.
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
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,
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,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
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 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.
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 feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
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…
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
