The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know

My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God

If they push you Push back And go for the throat

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own

I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like

Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type

I’d like to see Some more of you But only if You think that’s cool If you would want

One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze