under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
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,
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
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…
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
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,
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
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’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,
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
