make it yoursbring this brilliant morningand make her sing for youtake the universeand engrave its poetry on my skintake this kiss and wrap it around your fingertipsand gaze into the sunset with meand when you are donetake my heart and make it yours
too latei could breathe and blushwhile all the clouds decaybut by the timeyou give in to meit just might be too late.
ineffableYou look at me with arctic eyeswhile I try to explainbut mostly it’s only my penthat understands me.
careI was sitting crunched in silent agonyand you rubbed by back with calloused hands and whispered“there, there” like it meant something.
brighter than memy spinal cord has never felt this vulnerable beforei feel the spontaneous crack tremble through my bodyas it lets go and suddenly i am a muddied pool of waterlying at your feet but you are too busy staringat the constellations to notice me.you always notice brighter thingsthe ones that draws everyone's attentionand i wish that you would just look at me instead.
NaPoWriMo #7we are two half soulswalking the desertin search of something greatin search of something more…something more than this emptybrokenlostfeelingthat so often creepsinto the cornersof our chests.we are one shooting starthat split into the night skyand we are forever searchingfor our other half…and the longer we searchthe quicker we are going to fadelike glittering dustand all that will be left for the naked eye to seewill be the glimmering hopethat we once had..to find each other again.we are two half soulswe are one big sunwe can shineforeverlook to your left darling,i am herelook to your right darling,i’ll be there
fridge poetand as a bitter goddesscan crush you inany languagewith a frantic whisperi could smooth youwith alight like the luciousblack moonhoneyif you wouldlet me
fallingi've been having nightmaresterrible dreams some saywhere i stood on the edge of a cliffand you were shouting at me abouteverythingthat's gone wrong and the soundwavescreated such an incredible forceno matter how hard i fight it, i fall
every little lessi am writing this in the hopethat it might make it hurt a little lessbecause every little less is a stepcloser to getting my dysfunctionalbody to operate without you.