When more isn't enough.

She swallowed the rings with the alcohol

diamonds in her body where she wants it all

the black and sticky hand she knows as need-

it won't secure her fall.

I feel your former self in old houses and cars
when you'd find time to escape for those few hours
There's still that skeleton, dead from fear
but you killed it in time, my dear.



You killed it in time.



But I still see your eyes, wide when the fire flashes
for those few seconds you doubt your strength
and curl your fingers tight in resistance you think you can't keep
but I know you could never die again.



You've been living for too long.

Their twisting necks
add to the silence
a hollow drone to spark their interest

I can't find the words to tell them
their awareness makes me cringe

I find no comfort in silent laughter
gleaming teeth and somber tongue

I watch their bones in violent tremors
twisting past what their spines allow

Another gushy mushy lovey poem.

I love you, and you don't know it
I've got the perfect way to show it
without the blantant growing hues
in my face that make it hard to choose-

the options i've considered
to make you fall for me
you're just all I've ever wanted
and you're all I want to need.

I want to drive endless hours straight
with no breaks in between
and be the first thing in your eyes,
when you wake in the morning

When the sleep has lifted with your slow breathing
and arms outreached in memory-
of the way our hearts and bodies felt
back when we we were young.

Red.

Little stained voices
Stuck in the floor
when I spent my years
slipping them under the door

Contact to contact
what was skin to skin?
Your red rose for conflict
My large voice for win

And the way our troubles
slept tight in our bones
making not a sound to stay alone

Was it the gesture we sought for
and slowly turned red,
or the hope we could live both for one?

I can't not rhyme sometimes.

Across the country into your heart
The one you thought would never start
the fields and open space you crave
You finally learned my name

Suitcases and luggage to bring to me
of things you thought you'd never need
slipping resisting my hands outreached

I wasn't what you thought I'd be.