Wrote this a while ago.
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
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…
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
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,
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,
