I would like to waste the hours away, thinking of you. to lie collecting the stars knowing given an eternity and untold universes it would never rival the times I fell for you.

I'm not as free as I'd like to be, my heart is not skipping stones, nor my veins teeming rivers and the sunshine does not grace, the forest of my soul.

there will be no more cigarette smoking eulogies for a life yet livid with the flame of living no more haze filled half happiness to whittle the hours away to avoid everything that is real and feels like a challenge to breathe ashes and dust but only after you've been truly burned and taken your cold caller lessons on what exactly it means to be broken down

my words are not easy           (like me) they come on slow with careful coaxing like cats in alleys   they slink      feeding off my scraps they are skinny and bare bones nothing but the meat         (of the matter) flourishing in the night they are feral belonging to no one      free.      

I am wistful and wanting worshipping the idea          of you              looking at me wide-eyed and willing              I fall.

will you speak my name softly in the quiet spaces between moments will you let me fall from your mouth like prayers, heavy and sweet worship and indulge be thorough in your devotions pay lip service and receive my blessings

I want to know you like the back of my hand or not at all. To know what you're going to say so we don't have to speak because I have better things for our tongues to do.

You unravel me with your fatal fantasies, and murmured nothings. Your savage charms sink into my flesh, with tooth and claw I am devoured

she says; It is okay to weep in the night for the woes of days long past, and I take flight from the future that unfolds before my blessed feet for I am a coward pray bury me deep

the freedom I desire exists only in parables              & fairytales and this world is all too palpable for me

Would you prefer if I kept it short and sweet trimmed the edges, clean and neat? If I kept our stories in a row, packaged and tied with a bow? Would you prefer if I boiled it to the bone sanitized, safe and well-known? If I left nothing but the best If I left nothing, til there was nothing left.

she says; It is okay to weep in the night for the woes of days long past, and I take flight from the future that unfolds before my blessed feet for I am a coward pray bury me deep

I would like to waste the hours away, thinking of you. to lie collecting the stars knowing given an eternity and untold universes it would never rival the times I fell for you.

and when she kissed his lips ‘good morning’ her hand he took and kissed three times                as if in thanks

I am sad enough to fill up the desert in my chest with salt.