Friday


Buried beneath a place
Where we sleep
Where our dreams come true
Stuck in between two moons
   Burn the love
Just give me a break
 A cigarette
This tongue exists only for
My lies.
Don’t touch this skin, it doesn’t
Belong to you anymore
 Need to find my way out
   Had enough for my teeth
Fall out and I can’t seem to
Pick them up

Stuck in that room



this past year my dreaming tree died
      a place where i used to hide
sometimes just for a day
             other times maybe for weeks
a place where my voice was
heard even when I didn’t speak





always giving my love to the wrong one
  one who steps on my bones, 
dry and brittle
 just to break them into pieces
to make me feel the pain 


 Trapped in a light
I saw
    A flame
 Before the storm
Before our mess
Let’s push
Let’s bring it back
To the beginning
Before I choke
On the tears
That have been
Here for years
Can’t undo the
Time we’ve spent
Or the time held
Close to our hearts


cut her free
It can’t work if we don’t have time
Take my eyes, take my ears
I can still hear
I know you don’t care, I know your
Mother wouldn’t mind
Just kill me here, with the knife
That you lick at night
 
Inside my brain, living and hanging
Flies, withering away
Trying to make sense of this love
That you claim to give me





Balancing
Admire the illusion
The colors that sink further
Can’t seem to catch my breath
Digging deeper, follow me
Dig deeper
To find nothing here
Alive,
Unlike the time
Not a thing here
Is alive
To find space to breathe
To eat the sunrise
Even before the day
I can’t touch the ceiling
I can’t see the walls
Together a square forms
And I’m there
On the floor
Bleeding
I may die
I am dead
crying