hours, days, years and
this must be a game to you
chase, catch, go and
reel me back in

lost wooden limbs;
the heat of your hands
but i am charcoal by now

burnt ash, tar black soul
i lost my heart in the space
where yours once lay

(A.H.Z)

speak strawberries to me,
and i will caress jam
for you.

I went looking for God
but I found you instead.
Bad luck or destiny,
you decide.

Buried in the muck,
the soot of the city,
sorrow for an appetite,
devil on your left shoulder,
angel on your right.

You, with your thorny rhythms
and tragic, midnight melodies.

My heart never tried
to commit suicide before.

I seem to lust over
Meaninglessness
Because
When nothing matters
Nothing hurts
But
I still crave your thumb
On the front of my hand
Because
When nothing matters
What the ***** the point?

There’s so much more 
I could do.

If I could 

Scatter the seconds 

Like the grains of sand.

If the minutes would pass 

Like a ray of light

Passing through a prism

Breaking into 

Those seven colours

Lighting every corner. 

If I could 

Multiply the hours 

With the innumerable 

Thoughts in my mind .

And calculate

To find

I still haven’t got enough

I still need time

I inhale,
And breathe in your skin,
Your name flows out of my mouth,
It feels good on my lips.
Embarrassed
I hide my face
I look terrible in the morning.
But your look eradicates my fear
Those chocolate eyes
Will drive me to the point of insanity
I can see it already.
You kiss the freckles on my skin
But I’m not worthy of your touch.
You’re so ******* perfect.
I will never be perfect.

I sing along to the radio
tapping at the gas pedal,
as you finger-paint murals
on the foggy windows.