the attraction

spend my days thinking of
the tip of your finger pressed to my bottom lip
the drip of blood
your name in the air
my teeth gently on your jugular
being tied to you is
enticing and suffocating
like drowing
like trees killing their leaves
like fireworks
never know when you or i will explode
but its definite
organized chaos feeding off the drama
its freedom
its lust
its every waterfall stored in your mind
my bed is cold
Sleep is interrupted
dreams fragmented and bleak
its me
its my lungs
its my pulse
I'm broken and clinging to the good in you
please come back
i miss you
i miss you
i miss you

People like pretty poetry

Dissolve the miles between us-
Kiss my lips pink
again and again.
Stand next to me-
Stop those incessant fantasies.
Make your prescence my reality.
Feed me a new tale with those
brown eyes-
I want different colors in my
dripping skies.
Keep me safe-
cupped in your large milky hands,
Still bleeding-
I can't take another crack to the heart
Hold me tight with your laughter
while i fall asleep at night
But dont wake me
Because I'm in love and dreaming of all of these lies.

Dear Junior

I need to learn to appreciate the small things in life... but you are so big- A theory, dream, a figment of my imagination. You give me your best and I beat and bruise myself incapable of giving and giving in empty, hollow, and souless I wish I had something to share but I am wounded, flesh scathing in the sunlight, Broken glass across the pavement, a heart beating irregularly. And here you are with your steady hand- My medicine, the pill I will swallow Numb the pain, ease the stress. Even though I am less without you, I can feel myself growing whole, my bones relax, pulse steadies, and muscles hum. I'm telling you I need you, I'm telling you I'm codependant, But I'm whispering that I love you.