Wrote this a while ago.
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
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,
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
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…
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
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,
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
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.
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
‘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,
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,