he twists his eyes to the sky to ask what’s wrong
i said look at me
look at me all the time
the leo in my mind set a fire to our lives
i’m inspired by your words
like hello hi hug me
and hold my hands
tonight i’m kind of cold
falling asleep to other people’s dreams
fingertips fingertips little sentences pressed on my wrist i can hardly string the letters together but the sensation says “i think i like you” like the timid to the tongue-tied.
“what the fuck” i said,
bent into your embrace,
and straightened my legs.
i coughed the stubborn lung
of shrugged shoulders
and the breath was still caught
in the heart of an arrogant
motherfucker. oh wait-
that’s me.
my messy mind sleeps under your piano and you think you’re alone so you make something beautiful for the silence dedicated to me.
dreamt quick
and dreamt dully.
spoke loud,
then spoke fully.
mumbled my name
and through my teeth,
i became
happy in the waters
that consumed my shame.
the car ride home
is heavy when you’re alone.
and i am a tired teenage waste
spoke in a lonesome tone.
no candles, no hands
just the incessant skin to skin
and my name over
and over
and over again.
September 9, 2009
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usually i think about you-
the 2 cup mornings and fuzzy afternoons
and then i walk away-
and hate the things i say.
September 6, 2009
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my head beats a busy tune
and the night sits patiently on my tongue
pressed into the back of my teeth
your teeth, and good god
the way you feel before you walk away
have i ever felt heavier?
“ i know i say that i’m just fine, but i hope you wonder from time to time ”
September 4, 2009
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i need coffee in the morning.
it certainly does not taste like
waking up in blankets with you but
when my chest beats,
warm and happy in the a.m.
it sometimes feels the same.
