Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
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,
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
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,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
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,
‘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,
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,
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
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 collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
