Instruct me.

Teach me to love you,
In the ways that you want.

Whisper the words,
Of which you want me to speak.

Guide my hands,
To where you'd like their prints.

Focus my eyes,
On where to undress you.

Cover me in clay,
Mold me to your perfection.

The art of loving you.

I'll graduate with honours,
Straight A's in every lesson.



-Tré

At least tell me you love me,
While you tighten my noose.

******* a kiss,
As my body jerks.

Show me your tears,
While I fight for oxygen.

Let me feel your warmth,
Hold my hand as mine fades.

Now watch me swing,
My body dancing in the wind.

Hang my picture.

Please hang it crooked.

A reminder,
That there was nothing perfect about me.

Nothing at all.

I want to shape my car,
Like the rim of a bottle.

Around a tree,
As the cork.

I need to open up to you,
But it's so hard to talk.

With both of our clothes,
Strung on the floor.

It's only when we ****,
And I call you a *****.

Do you ask,
"Can you please talk some more?"

Instead of
"I would **** or die for you,"
On the sand and desert
Of some politician's stupid war,
I have learned to do the hard thing.
Breathing is startlingly intimate.
Consent to breathe with me.
I will live for you.
Fiercely, unflinchingly,
In the mess and filth of being.
I will help others live;
Together we will learn
How best to love.

Lost among the many versions of myself,
The ones I created for you.

The versions you asked for,
You begged and you pleaded.

The more that i multiply,
My sense of self is depleted.

You crave more,
Already sick of who I was yesterday.

I guess I'll forget who I am once more,
Maybe this time it'll be okay.

You know that I'll lose me,
Just so you can stay.

A simple transaction,
Let's do business.

A heart,
For a heart.
Fragments of souls,
Let's trade shards.

My old memories,
Burn them like polaroids.
Replace them with digitalised images of you.

Take my watch,
All of my time is yours.
Look at me,
Exchange our glances.

What of those three words?
Are they too expensive to be said?

An armoury,
A bank.
Even an old homestead.

I'd rob any,
To afford saying them to you.