I cross my fingers

And make a wish

Flying to heaven

On the wings of

Your last kiss

Why won't it let me,
Follow more than 38 people?
Am I not aloud,
To enjoy more than,
38 artists?
Seems silly.

It takes an awful lot,
To know awfully little.
But I'll give up years,
If it means seeing you smile,
For real this time.

"why are you always bleeding?"

"Did you get in to a fight?"

"Who did this to you?"

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?"

I want to say:
"Dermatoliomania"

But I say
"Nothing
I'm okay"

They don't need to worry about me
I'm almost decent as can be...
Sometimes

"He fell first, she fell harder, he lost feelings, she can't move on."

mixing the darkness
by the gray storms
falling stars

drought-cracked
on the bottom of the reservoir
running frogs

After cutting water
with a sword
drinking politicians.

Trying to tell
If the glimmer in their eye
Is the beginning of a tear
They are choking back,
Their wonder,
A yawn,
Or dust