I think of you, all the time- I really can’t help the hold you’ve put on me Chrysanthemums and roses To make my living place Look like it has an ounce of life residing in these four-chambered walls
Time is not, on my side Because I love you even more now than I did before Nobody has, the same grey hairs you do Same fearless aptitude Concerned look when I walk in the room You’re a lily growing in a field surrounded by vastness and open skies
I could cry The scariest thing about love, is that it cannot be replaced I remember looking at your face And knowing things will be okay, regardless if you were to turn away If I’m left in the dust, I’ll roll in it and breathe it in Draw elaborate diagrams of my lung damage because anatomy is my second language I miss your tooth enamel
On a Saturday, almost-afternoon Everything is perfect And I am crying, sipping my coffee Thinking that time has done nothing but grow my love for you
It’s so strong, like a branch that will never snap I wonder if you’ll ever figure out I love you like that
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Poem: Angel (first impressions)
I’m made of limestone; artists come from across the world just to carve me into Something that can breathe I’ve got angel wings That never tear Can see right through my own teeth My future with anybody Carve me into Carve me into Something that’s alive and breathing
Drawing faces on eggs and putting them back in the carton at the local market Way I walk makes a man wish he could properly aim at a target Not everything comes with practice and this I keep written on the inside of my inner lip Angel feathers, sparkly pink cream lip gloss Climb to the tops of the trees he painted when he was severely depressed Cut down for a holiday that I do adore Like the perfume I let flow across my bedroom floor
Hazel eyes that are this close to igniting a fire Soy coffee Frappuccino, five boxes of matches A liquor cabinet that only holds candles My love is addictive, so I’m careful where I place my things The rocks at my apartment complex are fake and so are the looks he gave Buying lighter fluid by the barrel Why would you do that to your own home When it looks so sweet amongst cobblestone The air is fresh like a diamond that I found in Nevada Next to waterfalls that only fell When I would ask them to
My black jeans hold eye drops and amphetamines A boy in a beanie ordering coffee has forgotten his own name He doesn’t know what to say I say pick one, you can be anyone – don’t you know? He coughs I melt Slip in-between the ash brown tiles that line the floor I only like three bands that make alternative rock And the rocks are fake around my block Like the looks he gave when I sipped my coffee and began to realize I was So much in the wrong place Glasses that are black, lips that make you blush I’m used to I’m used to being both too much
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Love poem: Tired surprise
I want someone to unwind me Unravel me & cover me back up with ivory satin Lying on your bed while we listen to electric guitar Devour me on purpose Taste my flesh Get away with murder in a hospital bed
I want to be Your lightning and your fire But calm like a river bed Give to you what your parents never did Be like the cool buzz from half a can of beer Charming, light, open you up to the silliness of life That I hope you see too, and when we come together We can make diamonds come alive Spoon-feed cherry blossoms their evening supper Truly, and I mean truly Care for one another
I’m a swan in the water, I’m a storm when I drive Hands clasped behind his back He doesn’t want to keep talking about this But I do You have to choose somebody that accepts every part of you For someone who’s often misunderstood Such will take a long time I close my eyes and think of how long I’ll be on this ride Then glance in the mirror, see the twinkle in my eyes I could be someone’s most beautiful surprise
Calm like a river bed Charming and light Not afraid of the deep end, the stones with colours that have never been named I don’t want to feel ashamed Of the space I occupy The words that come out when I haven’t thought carefully enough I don’t want to be ashamed Of the person I adore when it’s just me in my room I told you, I’m forever in bloom Vacate the room if that’s not cool with you
Sleeping soundly and not wanting to be disturbed He doesn’t want to keep talking about this But I do I do Thinking about the things that seem to only have meaning for you It’s exhausting Time is fragile A car’s despairing exhaust The first of December’s crystals of frost
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Poem: A city that’s lit by hesitation
I love when you spin your head towards the sea Make little effort in getting to know me Velveteen pink intoxicates you & gets you unglued Turkish golds in Marina del Rey Thought it was ironic I had no memories of that day We could pull the cord at the same time
He said He falls in love way too soon Well, that’s one way to push me away Cos if you don’t Want the love I’m giving you That’s one way to guarantee I won’t stay
Free-er than a girl in a sundress in a field of crystallized diamonds and wildflowers Did I hype you up too much I’m so used to sitting on the sidelines Perhaps I talked about my love for Chicago a bit much You temporize your moves to buy some time In the lights of the city, the hypnotic haze We were strolling along And I was thinking I could really be just about anyone
It’s not my cashmere Tiffany & Co’s, 2 pairs, credit card swipe Not about that, huh, too lavish for ya, huh I’m simple, I’m homemade, I might’ve been Too much of me for the you that you were showing me when you were standing with a cigarette & I thought you should dispose of that properly in a trash can Life’s so lavish when it’s only you that’s there for you I don’t live like that And I was thinking I could really be any other girl
He said He falls in love way too soon I thought well if that’s so, you should call a cab Cos I know a love that’s stronger than that Now that’s one way to push me away Cos if you don’t Want the love I’m giving you Yeah, that’s one way to collapse my stay
I’m in bloom every second of every day Chrysanthemums growing from the ends of my painted fingernails Met a guy that didn’t want to get me cut flowers I thought that’s no way to get through to me My skin grows every time I bleed Like just about everyone else in the universe But I want to matter I want to be more than a body I want to be a safe haven Now that’s one way to push me away I thought he should really call a cab
Born to sit on a staircase sippin’ a blue raspberry Icee Dandelions folding around my shoulders Cut it until it bleeds Unfold it until you find the serenity You locked away for nights like these
He said He falls in love way too soon I thought He should Really call himself a cab
Too beautiful to me, it is The way the truth falls but doesn’t diminish its overwhelming servitude Grief like hollow images and stills To be flawed and fawned with grey embers & soft wax Rolled on Ireland’s greenest pastures My dream garden My avalanche
I wake up endlessly absolving my sins, unraveling for you Tell me what it is you want me to do I’m so aware of what I can and cannot be And I think it’s best you not be there for me I tire in my own sleep
Morning cereal For four in the afternoon You wash over me like an Avalanche Like my dream garden White roses and picket fences, freshly painted Soft tuberose fragrance Dismantling me from within Fabricated and built in great jeopardy Soft and of the finest fabric
I think of you in waterfalls, that I’ve never seen before I ask you to close the door I’m impatient in the mornings but by evening so wrapped up in comatose fiber sheath Toying with my own nerves On purpose Like a fever dream Like ants unscrambled Running out of fear, hiding beneath dust Moving pollen and feathers to their corporate offices
When I pass by you on the street With my kitten heels and utmost softness Try not to Try not to
Go back to your dream garden Your avalanche Beneath dust
Connected by the sheer composition that melts in broad daylight Collectively held at A disadvantage Brought together in the Spring when the ambiance paints a different mood For the dust underneath the conjoining ether Without reserve Still and unenthusiastic Hopeful, yet without meaning
Find me in my personal dream garden When the smoke clears
