on breath and airmy lips achefor your breath on my tonguethe air all around me is empty
welike the endless hazeof cigarette smokeon a friday nightlike the smiles and laughsof a thousand bitter girlsthat dance and make youwonder if they're realif you're reallike boys with their handsand their tongues andeyes that speak in a tongueyou don't understandbut he's gorgeous andyou're lonelylike a thousand bottles of liquorand the bitter taste it leaveswe are dyingwe are forever
worthwhiletired eyes and a sleepy smilei wonder if it'll be all worthwhile
on panic attacks and anxietyhow many times doesshe have to kiss yousoftly andhold you tighthow many times doesshe have to whisperit's okit's okit's okhow many timesbefore your mind stopsaching and yourbody stops shaking
lipsi kissed lipsthat hurtwhen they smiledand lied throughtheir teeth
youi give into youquietly
broken things beauty has always existedand i see it everywhereeven in broken thingsand that either makes meincredibly luckyor extremely sad
021. melancholiai havethe most tragic bluesrunning through my veinslike riversthey drown meand youare floating in my memoriesi sink
On smiles in veins i want to get highon your smileand pour your words rightinto my veinskeep talking babeyou are keeping me alive
you never taught me how to sleep.one day you'll unfold your bedsheets, and i will still be in the creases.
you're hurting mePlease. My bones do not bend.
.sooner or later,the tooth fairy picks up ahammer and chisel
and we'll rotoh, poet boy,you are notthumbed bruisesor honey bones& you have onlyever been a godinside of your own head
Binkylike achildhood blanket,i wore you intorags.
.crescent moon- silverhook in the sky fishing forstars; you catch my eye
.the cat keepsleaving dead meaton my doormat,a pile of bones,bloody and rawhe wants me toknow what i'mwalking into, hewants me to knowjust what i am
Fill in the blank.Sometimes people leave these why-sized holes in our livesafter they depart.
confessionsometimesi torture myself with the pastjust so i have something to write about
.and they knew,they knew i'd gone -when they found me outside crouchedwith a string box and stick, singingi'm going to catch me my death,make him sick -now i sit in a gown that is whiterthan white, doesn't suit me,this ghost to myself -on the corridor bench with my kneestucked in under my chin, rattlingwith green yellow blue(i've told you, i know where i'm going)
advice for a stranger do things to regretthem in the morningthen sleep until noon