You have to know by now that I’m all bark
and no bite.
I’ll let you slip slowly through my unwavering grip,
and retreat without so much as a fight.
The paper trails left on our tongues,
dissolved into fractured rainbows only visible from heights.
I closed my eyes and dreamed myself awake,
oh, what I’d give to soar aimlessly through crystal beach skies like a kite.
A naked soul starved for tenderness,  
bared for you in waning moon light.
A million lifetimes rendered before my eyes,
while I contested with all of my might,
to hold back the weight of oceans’ furies,
yet still I tasted the salt weep from my eyes that night.
The vacancy, the silence, the question begs, was this right?
“Lost and disillusioned”,
I’m swimming out of my mind and you’re nowhere in sight.
If this is how it was going to be,
was there even a point in holding on so tight?
How ever will you fall into entropy again
if you can only view your soulless world via black and white?

Sorry.
I’m not sorry
for being me.
Yet somehow,
I still find myself apologizing
…for merely existing.

A bite mark,
a handprint,
wet sheets,
and a kiss,
the things that I left to remember me with.

I am but a crow,
leaving little trinkets behind as I go.
A wisp of my hair, a speckle of glitter
reminders of me, sprinkled with litter.
A half finished beer, empty cigarette packs,
one lone sock stuck in the couch crack.
“My gifts to you”, I’ll say on my way,
as I dance out the door to play in the rain.

Without any hesitation,
and zero regard for humanity,
he’ll take your innocence,
lace it with profanity,
and cut out rails with your morality.






                                          My knife to his throat,
                                                     I plead insanity.

I don’t know who the girl is staring
back at me in the dusty mirror.
She is consumed by sadness,
fueled by bitterness,
enveloped by grief masqueraded as a
warm hug.

She exists merely to escape.

She keeps reaching for acceptance.
She is grasping at love,
pining for tenderness.
She screams hoping that someone hears her,
yet again, it goes unnoticed.
Her plea bargains unanswered,
petitions overlooked,
because that bottle cannot give her
what she so desperately seeks.




Only I can.

I always just let sleeping dogs lie.


B
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t


if he just
soOoO happens to
awaken with a tail wag,


I might give him a treat.