Our love isn't stardust
nor songs on repeat
oh no my dear,
our love is semisweet.

It is tired eyes
and messy hair
the screaming of obscenities
into the air without a care.

It is knowing
on days I am too much to bear
that you love me for who I am,
and you aren't going anywhere.

If tar were medicine
It’d go down smoother
You try to clear the taste from your throat
But it lingers.

Destroy me.

Like Banksy’s work
I want to slide from my frame
in pieces

Break what is whole
to make more me valuable
But when I reach my limit

Please by god
Stop.

You’re both a man of your word and a man who can command a room without one.
Your confidence merely serves to straighten your posture, I have never caught you looking down.

Drip
Drip
Drip

I try to keep my anxiety in a bucket
Some days I can empty the pale with cold and sluggish hands

Other days the thoughts trickle out and so I grab my mop put out my “caution” sign

But today there’s a flood
I have a teacup during Katrina
Not filled with Earl Grey

But I try anyways.

Draw a line, any line
Watch her cross it

Love her anyway

She will set your heart on fire
Be prepared to gather up the ashes

By God son,

She will paint your hometown red
But you will lust for her with every fiber of your being

like the shoulder blades of a panther
my attention slowly rises and falls
you think you are special baby
but your name I can’t recall

you’re lost within the Amazon
away from everything you have ever known
as the rain fills the river violently
you're scared to be alone

the world doesn't seem so friendly
when surrounded by every language but your own
suddenly the things you loved the most
will shred you to the bone