of all the love i have come to make
and all the hearts i'm yet to break
there is something so subtle in the way our eyes meet
when you're skin is my skin, and you are a part of me

the hazel green, and stubble on your chin
my mortal machine, lovers drenched in sin
is it electricity or madness
where felicity finally left behind the sadness
i cannot wait to see you again.

i hope that water leaks from faucets onto our skin together.
i hope that we can lay in bed and shake the mattress with our laughter.
i hope the heartache we've known, well it just won't matter.
let the boundaries fearlessly shatter
for us and all the mindless chatter

you're sweeter than smoke in my lungs and
i wish you were here.
awake me, give me touch, cause i've been so numb and
i wont watch you disappear.

i've known you for a few days now,
but i've been dreaming of you forever
and the way air escapes from your lungs
when you're breathing inside of me
can you ******* carbon dioxide?

oxygen shared between two organisms
the shuffle and static between two skins

although something feels like you're the one,
i'm sure you're just another one
using me for the skin
i am living in

that man has got a blade for tongue
his vocals slipping off into the slum
he speaks with vigor
and empty voice of debilitation
the mouth of the rancid giver
he develops the destruction of communication

slashing tires just for fun
this golden child is on the run
from disabilities better classified as demons
losing his breath for the rising sun

the open eyes are clear to see
what is unfolding
right in front of me
a path to the future,
a gaping aperture;
there are a million things to say
but none of them match the light of day

i've been silent for quite a while now,
but here's some thought for the why's and how's
keep your soul trapped in the skin
until the day we are whole again.

bad things happen to good people in this town
just overcame some hills, but now it's all down
entitlement to pride, a nervous wreck breathes
i see my reflection in the growing tides, mirrors just confusing me
i lost a lot but gained some peace of mind
misunderstandings that crush and divide.

Had a dream about my mama last night, keep getting little flashbacks of memories with her. It's been five months since you passed, and I'm finally realizing all the good things you put in my life, despite the bad. I wonder if you're somewhere in these heavy winds singing the weird little "Ming songs" you made up for me. I love you mama, I like to think you're still with me in the things you taught me and in that blue sky we live beneath. Call me a dweller, but I am thinking about you today. And for once, it's in gratitude and nothing but love. When you were put to rest, so were my grudges. You weren't the best mom, but you were one hell of a friend.

let the caged bird free
though you'll miss the songs it sings.
my muse is gone, he went away
for good, forever,
no more words will stutter off my lips,
fewer sentences to scrawl
i get anxious at this time of day
noon, where the light doesn't matter
i gouge my eyes until all that's left are the sockets
all this ice beneath my feet, but i'm yet to fall.

i have dreams of men falling in love with me
and everything is as pure as they can be.
oceans beneath the winds
faith beneath the sins
i haven't lost all hope,
despite the loss of you.
what have you done with all those love notes?
did you throw them away, too?

i'm alone, but that's alright
because loneliness is something i grew up with
no eyes, but i haven't lost sight
of angels soaring, or spring's solemn kiss
phlegm built up in my throat
from all the smoke in my lungs
often times, i've found myself in the cold without a coat
do you understand me as i speak in tongues?

downed half a bottle in less than five minutes
and then i heard the news
so my mind reached it's limits
when you told me what he did to you

your throat caught between a car door
his fingers in your mouth,
biting, tearing, screaming, like you never had before
from the time you left my house,
it all went south
blades of steel beg for him to bleed more

i would hope they choke
on all the words they spew
i can only hope
tragedy will leave me and you.

my fist met the dead wood
blood drips down my fingers
and i did not do as i should've,
found him, destroyed him, left his soul to linger

so instead i returned the books to a false love
who broke me in ways no man ever should
it should've meant something, it must've,
but with him, it never could.

here's to the bruises on your arms
and the words that still echo inside my head
here's to the war we fought, all the harm
here's to the men who are better off dead.