I'm tired of fighting
no more weapons
my bones are yours
I have nothing left.
how did this happen again?
I never learn my lesson.
no more weapons
my bones are yours
I have nothing left.
how did this happen again?
I flew 4000 miles to meet you
he is as beautiful as fresh honey
and he doesn't see it.
I didn't fly 4000 miles
it was just a dream.
*was it?*
I d k
he is as beautiful as fresh honey
and he doesn't see it.
I didn't fly 4000 miles
it was just a dream.
*was it?*
I d k
22 December 2018
I imagined my mind knowing better felt
my viscera quiver. the birds get startled
into flight though always round-trip.
it’s good to be home alone not that you would
if I had anything to do about it but
we make do. life sucks
its thumb. you’re right where
you’re meant to be. who’s to say blankets
aren’t party dresses or that eyes
can only wet in one way.
gloveless in this eventide chill.
luckily we aren’t parting thickets
for interstices for clarity.
I empathise with the trees that bend
out of light’s way at least till rough
limbs creep up gently
against glass they refuse to crack.
dirty bedroom window remains so. it treasures
the head that rested on it oil and all pondering
the ease with which we dance around naked intention.
show me it’s possible to live and for quite a while
without flowering a new wound.
how lovely we are in our natural state.
taste of raw tongue on my tongue waves
fragile at our feet. we stay dipped long enough for
our digits to grow old shrivel without
fear. something once felt too cruel to endure.
I would not have chosen to float
if given the option. but now i’ll swim.
I imagined my mind knowing better felt
my viscera quiver. the birds get startled
into flight though always round-trip.
it’s good to be home alone not that you would
if I had anything to do about it but
we make do. life sucks
its thumb. you’re right where
you’re meant to be. who’s to say blankets
aren’t party dresses or that eyes
can only wet in one way.
gloveless in this eventide chill.
luckily we aren’t parting thickets
for interstices for clarity.
I empathise with the trees that bend
out of light’s way at least till rough
limbs creep up gently
against glass they refuse to crack.
dirty bedroom window remains so. it treasures
the head that rested on it oil and all pondering
the ease with which we dance around naked intention.
show me it’s possible to live and for quite a while
without flowering a new wound.
how lovely we are in our natural state.
taste of raw tongue on my tongue waves
fragile at our feet. we stay dipped long enough for
our digits to grow old shrivel without
fear. something once felt too cruel to endure.
I would not have chosen to float
if given the option. but now i’ll swim.
I'm gonna love you,
UNTIL YOU HATE ME,
and
I'm gonna show you,
what's really
crazy.
YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER,
then to mess with me, honey
I'm gonna love you,
I'm gonna love you, gonna love you,
gonna love you,
LIKE A BLACK WIDOW BABY.
♥
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your
too
basic
for
me
honey.
too
basic
for
me
honey.
Simmer down, simmer down,
they say we're too young now to amount to
anything else, but
look around
we
work too damn hard for this justTO GIVE IT UP NOW. IF YOU
don't swim,
you'll drown,
BUT
DON'T MOVE, HONEY. ♥
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Oh, honey.
You can't break a broken heart.
You can't break a broken heart.
I'm not a size double zero, I'm not the worlds greatest super
hero, I'm not a beauty beyond belief, and I'm not as gentle as
a tender leaf. I'm not drowning in money, and I'm not exactly
as sweet as honey. But I'm simply me. And there's no one else
I'd rather be.
