Feels as if Your image Made in water It's there And it is not there Your presence Is there and not there As if clouds passing by One moment there And next moment not there
God's foxholes, pick your poison, burn burn burn, and snare, flesh out an idea and let it take hold. grit your teeth, strip the bark or just strip instead. cherry, rabid, dragonflies and headlight eyes. this dream running us ragged, this glittering copper and boil before you burst.
There is a piece of your skin that refuses to burn. I keep sinking my teeth into it.
Fierce, independent, cunning, and valiant is the owl who lay perched on a branch in the dead of winter, nearly-freezing rain flooding it’s feathers, with a resilient gaze forward into the forthcoming chaos, unblinking, waiting, watching, living.
He repeats these lines So much these days It annoys me more than A broken record ever could Ever should Ever would Cause I told him I warned him thoroughly
"I'm not nice."
"You won't like the real me."
"I'm not worth fighting for."
But he didn't listen He filled my head with empty Promises that he meant He filled my heart with hollow Vows that he could never fulfill
"How can a person be so cold?"
"How can a lady be so cruel?"
"How can you change so fast?"
He looks hurt and I hurt a little But I shut down Cause that's what I always do