we were fortunate
to share each millisecond
in each other's lives

up at 2 am
— chasing after something lost
like I'm losing time

the alarm goes off
I'm fighting a war in bed
it's against myself

perpendicular
short hand at 3, I waited
now there's just 1 hand

can you trust me like
you trust gravity to pull
you back to the ground

no one told me that
aching for someone, for love
would be this painful

what am I good for
if I'm lost — adrift like a
cloud that holds no rain ☁︎

W,

I don't think I'll ever trust you with my heart again.

Love,
ML

isn't it lovely
the moon is afire — can I
hold your hand, and stay

though the night is deep
and the moon is alight — please
hold my hand, and stay

just because they gave
more than you did
doesn't mean they gave
their all — like you did

the PARABLE of
the ALL-NIGHTER: "is sleep just . . ."

a SOCIAL CONSTRUCT

your kind
of gorgeous
brings me
to my knees
so hard —
it shouldn't
be allowed

I know you meant what
you said — I know you're allowed
to change your mind too

always a lone chair
at every table — am I
meant to be alone?

empty bed, half-light
didn't mind sleeping alone
'til we did last night

you only listen
when you hear the alcohol
talking — in anguish

I've learned — more often
than not — getting no answer
is answer enough

water under the
bridge has a way of catching
us around the bend

MR

microgravity
behold, this astronaut's set
to find V⊙YAGER

not in my room — yet
out here in the midst of this
storm — I feel at home

I kept you — like sand
in a bottle — then I gave
you back to the sea

oh how intimate
his fingers comb my hair, to
trace lines on my nape
and see things I'll never SEE
like the inside of my ear

keeping a secret
was a spark in my bare hands
'til it was  —  the SUN

don't be surprised if
my heart is at the bottom
of a barrel of
flowers and pointy daggers —
mind the cuts as you reach down

this crowded room is
a battlefield where we take
turns stealing glances

I can't tell him
he's beautiful
— because then
       he'll know
         why
           he's beautiful
             to me

me going isn't
a cry for help — it's the bells
after a long war

joy would always leave
me like a bird that flew out
of its cage and — when
it came back knocking on the
glass — I wouldn't let it in

the earth was a wide
and blank canvas — now you're my
FAVORITE COLOR

BLUE BIRD: if you can't
in one hundred and forty
characters, then don't

every morning is
a green boa I wrestle
into submission

summer sun, high noon
little boy tied to a tree
it's midnight, full moon

head on my chest, I
trace his curves with my fingers
like a book in ⠃⠗⠁⠊⠇⠇⠑‎

bridges look best when
you're in the water — best crossed
                             when with a lover

I've not been holding
the door for you since you left —
I burned the house down

CONFUSING as HELL —
not wanting me to leave but
not loving me now

please just let me melt
like small pats of  French butter
on warm Sunday toasts

if you're the sea I'd
easily drown in — I am
the sea-beaten cliff
you can safely wonder from —
of carelessly jumping off

we buy things with cash
to win people's hearts, kindness
is the ¢urrency

you hear my nightmares
because no one would take them
and you would tell me
you had one too last night as
if it's not mere chance — but fate

I always liked storms
so I chased after you, and
danced under your rain

looking at your eyes
I welcome your gentle breath
warming both my cheeks

my brain's a chem lab
and the chemist is asleep
— HELP THERE IS A FIRE!

sometimes people choke
on something edible or
wild — like his secrets

summer is the call
cicadas hum and chirp to —
I answer, find me

you took your shirt off
on your back was half a wing
inked — like my longing

your bare chest sculpted
my eyes — hammer and chisel
a thief you welcomed

your lips hugged the cig
tasting its soul — why am I
jealous of a stick

two sticks — you lit one
offered me your cig — wished you
meant        your bed             instead

all night, we pretend
not to notice each other —
like a warm cold war