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,

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’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.

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,

Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.

The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.

You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,

No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.

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’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.

‘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,