The words try to jump from my lips
I grit my teeth, bite the soft inside of my mouth
and whisper into my drink
I’ll be ****** if I say it first
You looked at me and said
that shouldn’t have happened to you
I know I know I know
I have exhausted all thought on the matter
The past won’t come knocking, as long as you are here
All I want to do is wrap myself in your prison arms
and forget
I’ll be ****** if I say it first
So I sing it when you’re gone
In the echoes of my house the neighbors hear
Those stupid ******* words

O nightshade! My enemy!
Tempted by chronic ennui
The day's control has dissipated
And the slender body created
Comes in waves of illusion

A cavity of emptiness bites
The mind lies and fights
Diagnosed, and very often
Do not let the form soften
The rules of hunger

I am autumn, some days winter

Never am I summer.

I am cashmere against pale throats

The deep grey of the pacific.

I am the dusty rose of dawn

The bitter wind of day

The sweet silence of night; yet most

I am the eerie moments between dark and light.

Some days I wish to be the warmth of august

Instead of diamond rays of ice.

But what beauty is in glowing suns

Compared to velvet vespers.

Running wild, I knocked on the door

The hallway defiled, red dripped to the floor

Two bodies piled, one left with more

Lackluster child, forgotten - a bore

Well-mannered and mild, now just a *****

my palm tree heart holds your initials
and i sway, sway to your calls
an outsider's aperçu is such a pretty lie
behind the rosy haze of waterfalls