i look at you and i see haunting
a road with shadows
to see you is darkening
i break to take you
evergreens and a loss of daisies
running with sharp knives
never got me so far
but running with you
seemed lovely
i take this horror to be you
details of a man with shades of blue
a boy in his terror
eyes in the sorrow of our loss made you
the knives in my back
were far from view
but a sullen truth
i lie at your hips
to touch your bliss
is to die in this
we kiss
without breath
we felt
before i felt this
i found the depths of our nights
like a flight of stairs
which never seemed to end
the thorns of his words
have you ever felt the devil’s kiss
it felt like life before your eyes
a sin you quite liked
to twirl his hair between your fingers
how he twirled your heart between his fists
they call it masochism
i call it love
a weary dream with breathless nights
drugs to keep you quiet
in the back of your mind
where demons play
the ice feels nice
cold touch of your life
he never felt like this
it never made sense
his hands kept me warm
because i couldn’t tell how bad it was
i felt you
trickling atop of me
like a broken faucet
you kept dripping
drop after drop
tear after tear
and i just lied there
holding your arms
loving you
right there
we were slow dancing
with feet atop each other
grips fade
as our yesterdays
the walls come on slowly
pulling together
anxiety fills the room
have you ever felt more less than
in this instance
tension fuels the room
dark cries in the eyes
of my hidden insecurities
running with sharp knives
never got me so far
but running with you
seemed lovely
to dream of him
is to die in sleep
i feel his fumes
as it fills the room
smoke of his cologne
dark circles of his glasses
leaves ashes where he walks
have you seen the man who lives in your dreams
the one who pleases as you fall?
i wade in the thought of tranquility
caress his skin, the rough edges
eyes which speak magic
we became to feel
to dance in the rapids
i lie in sleep
nostalgia becomes me
we wake in the moment
realizing the dream was irony
lying with water at bay
stroking the clock as if it were our holiday
a midsummer dream of adam and stolen beliefs
green and gray, a deep blue color scheme
we sleep with arms crossed, but legs pinned
to create a loveliness neither could feel again
we reminisce in the dark circles of his eyes
twenty-two and who knew you could feel this way
where two could meet in parallel instead of perpendicular
running directions without reflection
to stand in rage or lie in pain
things we spoke of
some words will never mean the same
