i fall from pieces
i sold myself
on past beliefs of a tired self
and i bask in the thought
of thoughts i once had
where things seemed to be
ever at ease
and i wake in the night
to bake in the sun
wade in the thoughts of men in my might
where i tango through rapids
but cave in delight
of lust i once had
and thoughts i long to have
in dire twists at night i take two
thoughts and passion
mixing them too
because what we once had
we long to have
nostalgia sets in and i’m longing
once again
like your eyes in mine
to touch his spine
my fingers against his skin
i feel it again
the hairs on my shin
how they’re standing at edge
with the thought of you
i tangle your hair
through my fingers at night
the way i used to die in might
like the shadows in corners
of your bedroom
fighting for light
February 2019
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it’s as if
we fell in love on paper
and it curls with water
from tears falling behind imaginary eyes
beyond grasps i had as a child
feigning for something more than
what this seemed to be
because what i see is what i believe
and horrors of hands
don’t quite make sense
before the first scar
the first drop doesn’t hurt the hardest
yet it doesn’t beat the softest
because panic rushes
through the brain
like our souls were once on the same wavelength
ditching borders to create a softness
a kindness was a virtue i held in standard
for your hands against my skin
like a man in the mirror of pure bliss
when i look at you
it’s as if i look at this
a moment in truth
you in twists in dark and the abyss
like a knight in shining armor
in sweater weather
feeding off sullen energy
and i reminisce on this
before that
before twists
before we would coexist
in a world where nothing makes sense
words on paper only mean what you understand
this only goes as far as what you comprehend
