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Collard greens.
Posted 2 months ago with 1 note

I am in over my head,
but where did I lose
sugar-coated sweets
you said?

If I tell you a fascination
of mine, a fantasy;
will it be, ‘I can’t see.”

I am in over my head,
but where did I miss
better things left

Posted 3 months ago with 6 notes
It Took Seven Days to Create Our World

It was than that I realized
how many hills we left
upturned, roots shot into
the sky, and anyone could
have seen the ugly in it all.
A lot of things aren’t a same
pattern anymore, and each
day that passes I stroll 
to gaze at what unfamiliar 
took form as- 
I began to enjoy a little less.
There are years where black
and blue was all you felt,
the heat of a palm as it pressed
welts to replace any comfort
of a lie; you lay until one can
never be tired no more. 
It was not discomfort that
took shape of you, only
the effort to root a pair so
tragically; that it could
have only been beautiful.

Posted 7 months ago with 3 notes

I imagined how it felt to be alive
this morning.
It was wedged in a car-ride with
a stranger, swirled in smoke
minutes just before take-off.
I imagined how it felt to let each
single muscle relax until pudding
became of my vertebrae.
It felt good, yet my chest is tight,
but I’d let you become my vice.
I imagined what being alive felt
like beginning in the morning

Posted 8 months ago with 4 notes
If I Cannot Find My Way

I have seen through you,
and we are past lovers in
arms of bandaged pride.
Scar tissue trails over,
with the damages left-
Over and under the years.
I could no longer see,
Trace the hues of living,
or even, feel your talk
against my skin.

I had been capable of
love after loss, but
have I became lost?

Posted 8 months ago with 8 notes
Argument With Myself

I felt alone,
but I am mistaken
as neurotic.
When still,
you were here,
or there;
I was, and still,
felt alone.
You were always
there, so will
you be the wrong?

There is where we were thrown
altogether to be worn, Gepetto,
and each other body danced
warm in the socks when I was

You and
your rhyme.

There are empty promises
I try and keep because
without them, I’m yours.

Teach me where the heart
halves until one aches;
mitosis was your novelty,
and I learn too quick.

Every experience spurts
some truth, or growth,
even as you’ve crumbled,
they are yours;

This knowledge.

My heart is heaviest after
the river that follows rainfall,
and the coffee on your t-shirt;
I can scrub that clean.
I pick as you jab, and both
of us know: two wrongs don’t
make a right, so we
throw arms to call it a night.

You didn’t leave a note 
that morning.

My heart is heaviest because
the rain never came back;
the river dried.

Posted 1 year ago with 4 notes