lipsi kissed lipsthat hurtwhen they smiledand lied throughtheir teeth
broken things beauty has always existedand i see it everywhereeven in broken thingsand that either makes meincredibly luckyor extremely sad
youi give into youquietly
On smiles in veins i want to get highon your smileand pour your words rightinto my veinskeep talking babeyou are keeping me alive
shotyou saidyou're black and bluebut bulletproofand youtold me to shoot
dawni keep dreamingabout a boywith dark circlesaround his eyessmoking cigarettesat 3 in the morning
winglessif i was bornwith feathers tornthen who am ibut a bird that cannot fly
on breath and airmy lips achefor your breath on my tonguethe air all around me is empty
advice for a loverhold onto herlike you're afraidshe'll fall apartwhen you let go
and we'll rotoh, poet boy,you are notthumbed bruisesor honey bones& you have onlyever been a godinside of your own head
Fill in the blank.Sometimes people leave these why-sized holes in our livesafter they depart.
To GrandfatherI lost himin the ruins of his lungs.EverydayI go out of myselflooking for himin the mirror& autumn eyesfilled with dirt wateris the only resemblanceI struggledto paint his facewithDear grandfather,I go out lookingfor you everyday in the cemeteryhoping your soulcould knock at my eyelids.I lost everythingin the ruins of your lungsbut your handsare the only thingsI yearn for.
advice for a stranger do things to regretthem in the morningthen sleep until noon