I don’t even know him well,
But there’s something in the way I fell.
A glance, a laugh, the way he stands,
And now I’m stuck in daydream plans.

He doesn’t know, and that’s okay,
I watch from just a step away.
It’s nothing big, no spark, no rush,
Just a quiet little crush.

we gather here today,
of not one, but five,
bodies, ours, still embers
drinking our last sip of strife
drunk on blood

one by one
we are the soft streetlamps
flickering in ink
we pierce the sky
soaked in karma &
rugged earth.

so as we partake today,
take your heart, the membrane;
part with your flesh and
the soft of your leg.
bring the yolk of your brain
and

lay yourself upon the plate
we call being human;
come feast upon
the rawness of our own
contents.

Dewdrops, like lovers
Kiss upon the naked grass;
The storm is finished.

You and I were like a garden and a war,
we both fell in love, which left our hearts quite sore
prettiest flowers now covered in blood, the bright skies cloaked with gloom
I'm afraid my little flowers would never bloom.