love is not a safe word
it’s one haiku revised 400 times
on cracked leather chairs in the corner of cafés

some of us love badly
she says as she kisses the rim of her glass.
some of us love stretched out
like pizza dough that rips when our rolling pin rolls it too thin.

some of us love in secrecy
we do not trust your hands.
you try to pull our scalp off and draw your portrait on our mind

some of us love clean
like bubble bath that smells like lavender from some fancy store in the mall
some of us love *****
we cant clean you off our skin

some of us kiss with our teeth
some of us braid our lovers into our hair
and when we remove the hair tie
it is crimped and messy and tangled

some of us love love
but only far from home
when we slip into bed we start thinking
and we can’t stay still

some of us wash our clothes even when they don’t smell
or aren’t stained
just because it feels like you are inside of our shirts and pants and sneakers

some of us walk alone past your house
on the way to ours
and stop at the front step
waiting for you to come out
and smile at us
the only thing we wait for today
are the smudged signatures of snails
scrawled across your pavement

some of us love to the bone
until there are no more “ifs”
just “is” and “are”
the collected poems of our fingers
swollen, bruised, red like a bouquet of roses

some of us love
and we regret it
we never get home in time for dinner because of it, we leak like a faulty faucet, we sleep with our pillows over our heads to keep everything in
but some of us love
some of us own a watch and know the time with a glance at our wrist, some of us own a sponge to soak up the water, some of us own satin pillows that feel like whispers on our cheekbones

i dont know what ive done
but i know i havent won
away is where i want to run
maybe then i can actually feel something, something fun.
maybe ill be happy seeing the sun
but my thoughts have already spun
to my head should i place a gun?

It was only four months
but it felt like forever
and i'd miss you so much
but my heart was already severed
though i knew i had to move on
i never wanted to end it with you, never

It was only four months
and we saw each other about 9 times throughout that span
you stole my heart like kidnapping a child with candy and a van
i knew you and i had some sort of plan
but with the time i'd gone without you i couldnt stand

It was only four months
but i couldn't do it anymore
you made me bored
taking care of you felt like a chore
you never gave but you always wanted more
But you told me you love me like the ocean loves the shore
And to me you swore
you would never intentionally make me sob on the floor
my eyes are so sore
with my tears continuing to pour
and my heart that you tore
am i just a score
to you?

You are a novel
gathering dust on my shelf
but not because I don’t want to read
but because I’m afraid
to turn the page,
afraid of how you’ll end

As a society, we're all so scared of dying
My own body cannot survive when theories begin applying
But the concept of death
Shows one's last breath
Six feet under
Makes me wonder,
What is so frightening?
The situation only becomes more heightening,
The unwanted feeling of leaving,
Causes someone to start grieving.
Five stages too long
I definitely am not that strong,
Will I ever get through it?
Through all this ****?
Before I commence a dying fit?
Maybe, maybe not
For now, my soul will rot
Until I receive a solution
And die from attribution.

I'm a fox, a folk of lore

I sneak and slink across the floor
Sly, and mean and quick, but poor
Getting rid of me's a chore

All I want's to heal your sore
Leaping spirit, shore to shore
I heal hearts that people tore
I'm the pendent that she wore

I'm kind and sweet and so much more
I do not bite, or scratch, or roar

I'm the animal she swore,
Pendant locked up in her drawer,
Taken out and proudly bore

I'm a fox, the fox of lore