One look at you
And I fell
Clean into
The seventh circle of hell

the electricity posts
in my veins are all broken
and there aren't enough
electrical engineers to revive them.
the atmosphere is getting colder
and the flowers in my tongue slowly whither.
i'm running out of words to use for a the color of your eyes
so im sorry if they turn out to be like anyone else's.
the absence of the tidal waves of poetic awakening
cripples my wrist and fingers until the only way
to get me to write is to bleed.
i want to feel alive
like im a cloud swimming through
the fantastic colors of the sky.
i miss the way ink drips from my fingertips
i want to feel home again.
home with words, with poetry.
laying down on a bed of proses while a piece
sings softly in the background.
that's my hyper-reality, a kind of fantasy
i can no longer find meaning in.

Why did God curse me,
With the biggest ******* heart.
And the worse ******* temper.

Why did I love you,
Baby?
If I wasn’t meant to.

I already knew,
What love could do,
And I still fell for you.

Goodnight,goodbye,so long
You're not worth a line of song.

"baby,let's have ***"*
To reply,what comes next?
I want to talk deep about me and you and trust,
About marriage children,hopes and dreams and us.
To taste your skin would be bliss,
But to be entirely open?I want this.
Just me and you with no boundaries,
And because of this I'm glad you found me.

What are these memories?these dreams of tomorrow?
For what purpose do I spill this sorrow?
Why do I shed tears for something that we never got to live
Soul bore bare and for actions you should not forgive.