He sneaks into my bed,
his tiny hands and feet are cold,
always.

He tangles himself in my limbs,
makes traps,
so he'll know if I try to leave his side.

I am swing set,
a slide set,
my head is a drum,
my hairs are guitar strings.
I never look put together like I used to;
there are tiny stains on all my shirts.

In my purse you will find lipstick,
a tube of jet black mascara...

and a tiny Hotwheels firetruck.

I remember how things used to be simple,
I remember how I used to move,
unencumbered,
alone.

I love him every day more
than the day prior.

I'm an old western gunslinger
but in my old big irons
slung low down on my hips
I don't load metal slugs,
I load slugs of apathy
ink, irony, and bitterness
and I always keep one bullet
tucked away for myself
but as for the rest of them?
well, it's people season
and I'm one hell of a shot

I want to love you instantly
I want to trust that
by your words and your feelings
you are beautiful

am i shallow?

I want to love you instantly
because you've touched my heart
like my coffee anxieties
my cigarette punishments
You inspired this

I want to love you instantly
because i already see my blood on your hands
i see my regret and your pain
i want to change your mind
am i an *******

maybe i love you already
like a poem
short and fleeting
immeasurable in bursts
communicate with me

you're sneaky, i'll give you that.



just when i wasn't looking

YOU

snuck into my ribcage

infiltrated the walls of cartilage

(and distrust)

and you stole it.

ripped it from the tangles of veins (and anger) and arteries (and fear)



and left me with nothing but hollow awe.



it's fine, you keep it.

if you look too closely at something
for too much time
the lines and details begin
to bend and blur
into inconstant fragility
and if you avoid looking at something
it becomes so large,
so all encompassing
that it takes over your life
people need to learn to walk the edge
of observation,
reflection,
introspection,
to see things for what they really are
we are always too caught up
or too naive
we never just see things
as just things