the moon breeds new atlantic life tonight
and drops of the stars crash down onto my tongue
down my open throat
i feel the burn of fire in my chest, and in my stomach
my skin pricks and glows under the half closed eyes of a yearning sun
night peels into day and i shed whatever comfort i gene in the darkness
i am so scared, so, so scared,
to try and live a life where i can’t flee at a seconds notice
the breath of the forests fills me, and yet i stand stone-bound
at the feet of metal-and-glass giants
terrified, the way a field mouse feels in the city’s sewers
but there is little or no choice in the matter
for im shackled here to a life thats written and signed by parents and gods and god-parents
sort of human and sort of alive
dreams fill my head when night falls again
 i imagine the stars are inviting me home
as hard as i try to reach up and touch them my hands only feel cold air
but your smoke still chokes my lungs when i inhale
and i still exhale clouds of love
but im slowly cleansing myself of you

if i could tell you one thing
it would be that
i don’t dream of you anymore
i don’t feel lightheaded
when i inhale the smoke of your breath
i don’t need to write poems about you
i don’t need your closure
i am more than you ever were
i’m more than you ever will be
and the cracks you set into my heart
are only going to help me endure
next time

i love you
i love you
i love you
like saturn loves neptune

i love you
i love you
i love you
like a firefly loves june

i love you
i love you
i love you
like a deaf man loves a tune

i love you
i love you
i love you
and i hate that i do
in my dreams you love me too

i love you
i love you
i love you
kill my heart, 
it pulls me apart,
war and bloodshed between mind and heart

i love you
i love you
i love you
my lantern and my darkness
my umbrella and my rain

i love you
i love you
i love you
heart still beating
i’m a solider
my body, a shell
my head is hell

(gross) love
(sick) love
(sad) love
it fills me,
disgusting.

i love you,
i love you,
i love you.

he rules my dreams, 
and my body. my mind.

i still exhale clouds of love,
for i am a smoker and he is my brand.
and rather than a cancer leeching my life away,
there is the manic, racing, bracing thought:
"he doesn’t love me and he doesn’t care,"

but i can’t seem to quit him,
i can’t seem to escape,
i can’t seem to outrun the love i thought we’d made.
and what i’d give for another taste of his honeydew words,
his rancid breath, his dark eyes and darker teeth

for I still dream of his fingers in my hair,
and my hand trembles as i write.

what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, 
but if he isn’t careful, i might.

what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him 
but i’m cornered and i bite.

what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,
but our future’s out of sight

what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him
but it still binds me tight.

what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him 
but it still hurts me, right?

 #image

the distance is simply much too far
for our brief Skype calls
to tame the ache in my bones
and the wind in my heart

 #shorts

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 #longs

you are two thousand
miles away, and yet you can
still hear me whisper

 #image

sorry about the spam i was reposting the works i enjoy because i deleted everything i didn’t like !!!