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,
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
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,
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…
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
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,
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little 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…
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
