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DISCLAIMER:

THESE POEMS WERE WRITTEN IN THE SPRING AND SUMMER OF

2012. I AM NOT THE SAME PERSON I WAS WHEN I WROTE THEM.

PLEASE DO NOT CONSIDER THE CONTENT OF THIS EBOOK A

REPRESENTATIVE OF MY CURRENT FEELINGS / OPINIONS / BELIEFS,

BUT RATHER A PORTRAIT OF WHO I ONCE WAS.

THANK YOU.



keep calm and don’t blink

1. right between the eyes

beware of ying iphones and crashing

police boxes and bright blue suits.

every friday nds t he physics r oom whispering

tonight's the night,

and your brother always looks e xactly like you but you manage

to be similar and different at the same time,and you steal his sh orts e ven though you hate him—

that is a bsurd.

we all had happy childhoods d idn't we, and

this i s w hen we're supposed to be growing up isn't it

?

we h ave co nversations in panera a bout the mechanics

of lucid dreams an d cloning mammoths

but we run from stone a ngels an d we run

through car dealership parking lots a nd we make scenes

in public p laces a nd that is a bsurd too.

2. let's p aint our walls w ith faces w e read about in box-shaped diaries;

paint them portal blue and funeral blue and sunset-after-the-rain blue—

draw our hands o n the sky t hat you're ying through,don't forget to pack the smell of my s kin the back

of your mind and remember to meet me in a ll your stiff-necked dreams.

our beds a re cr yogenics cha mbers lled with brain d amage a nd

our couches a re sticky-warm and teenaged.



here are some instructions;

how to y a n a eroplane o ver the sea—put on your records,

adopt a scottish accent, tell that girl

with the yogurt in her eye to fuck off;

how to say i love you—nd sci- sh ow pilots o n netix, hold hands a nd

say n umbers like t en into the o bscure places on the b ack o f my neck.

3. m aking m ental breakdowns p retty is t he rst step

towards building your own personal paradox m achine—

i offer you tips for surviving long ights;

one read moby dick b ut don't even think a bout annotating,

two keep your phone close and your incubus cl oser,three don't stop thinking about amsterdam,

four step lightly o n the clouds (or you'll hurt their feelings),

ve don't forget that you can open any door in the universe by snapping your ngers.

the key to building a paradox machine is b eing chilled when it's w arm out but sweating

anyway, reading books a bout things l ike h eaven in the dark,

believing in improbable things like cold and time travel,

lying static o n couches with your heart pounding,wearing sandals b ackwards a nd saying that you're surviving when you're living.

4. don't forget to remember to breathe.

5. e very great ruler was a s tarfucker

and polluted with their own ambition but you

already kn ew that didn't you, you know all about

white whales an d bathhouses an d galaxies;

what if the world was l ike a frisbee,

at and constantly getting stuck in trees?



and the thing we both know is t hat the world

is s teady a nd plodding like a cello, and

it is love that's like the frisbee,

and so are we, aren't we,

and i guess we'll just keep ying until we

stop.



midnights

the obligatory d arkness that left you pale;

washed out but not washed up—sleep-deprived and indigo but not

quite apathetic

and yo u m ade waterfalls, cascading

rivers of tropical ow and surrealist staircases;

black-clad, white-footed, with dancing ngers;

there were shadows t hat clung to your shoulders—

and in the bone-bleached light of

various computers,

we waited on the loops inside your head and

breathed as they stopped o ur hearts



colossal

see what we see

on the sea there is a continent oftea-drinkers a nd minor galaxies;

there is nothing left to loose

pretend to know the spilling of time and the chasing of drinks;

dropping things t hat made the stars

in your head roar so loud

you forgot spring and that you were ever in new jersey,

tile oors burn your feet as

you lope off to bed;

and your captive audience ate

up the crescendos t hat clamoured out your ngertips,

but what they d idn't know is t hat

they a re always there, pressing against your skull and

releasing them is t he only way you can sleep at night



the bitter taste of questions

the bitter taste of questions

they used to be sweet,and you'd bite your tongue to feel their blue avor

now you bite your tongue to stop yourself from speaking,

as t he sins f rom countless sleepless nights b uild up under your eyes



nostalgia blue

can you understand thatwe a re no t what you make of us

please don't go

looking at more people with those eyes o f yours,

forget all the rules but one

to be excellent to one another



choking on

well you were narcotic when i found you,

and now you are in waiting rooms w ithink pouring out your arms a nd

notes in yo ur head,

clawing against your skull and

driving yo u fucking mad

in the drawer where you kept the razorblades,

i cut my hands on som e p owdered glass

leftover from the night we held hands a nd

drew lines d own our chests

i can't remember but you said

"let's take a tripp, just you & me,

i'd be the boat and you'd be the sea"



complicated

child of the 90's,

dyed-in-the-wool ratpack babywrapped in latex with a harlequin smile,

bondage literally bondage

you're not what i thought you were





just like heaven

there is a magical birthday p resent on your doorstep but it is n ot your birthday a nd the sky

has b een d ecidedly gray for a m onth. when you open the box, the four horsemen o f theapocalypse will come thundering down upon you, and the clouds w ill open up and give

way to re. you sit on your stoop and pull apart the ribbon.



the b ig bang theory

there are a million little boys named matt with bright smiles and warm eyes and

one day their morbid curiosity will kill them like a nuked schrodinger's cat.

you have been warned; they will never love you.

and there are boys with names like tim and tom, names with t's and you will

never, never, never be good enough for them.

this will never stop—i promise you.



lovesick

okay, listen

i see your hands o n the steering wheelas y ou point your car in a direction that is

decidedly far away from me

could i continue to walk r ight

through you without giving you the wrong idea?

the rising sun lands o n your forearms, wristbones, palms—

open and relaxed as yo u shift into running away—

and i guess i just couldn’t



through

1. were you ever told

about the astronauts?

they cam e making the stars

shake

with all their b lue

2. everyone w ho has e ver spilled ink

down their cheeks;

you know what you must do

to feel alive

i watch your face,

the pretty pale one that lives

inside my com puter screen,

and i ask m yself

what must i do

to follow you?

3. we can't

{dear soul, i wrote you this letter to tell you i love you. even as you tear yourself to shreds—

when you sever your own spinal column, pull out your hair and

scream,

all i feel is love}



even if we fell,

streaked in blue down our mind’s st aircases,

we could never haunt others

the way you h aunt us



explorers

your face doesn't do you justice

when you talk yo u are burning

a icker, a spark

your wolfstooth grin bobbing in my co mputer

you're just out of reach

and yet close enough so that i can

just brush the crown of your

a callous s urface,

barely h iding honesty

and color as sm ooth as si lk—

hide&hold m e dear,

in your sound, a shelter,

and the walls i nside your head, screaming—

speaking of the demons t hat keep me u p a t night,

the ones t hat run through our organs

but i keep you in my ch est, next

to my h eart that beats

and i will keep you on my ski n,

in the inkstains that spell "i love you"and i keep you,

i keep you,

because the lines on your hands an d



my ar ms an d our chests m ake a map pointing to forever;

you



explorers 2

i throw my n otions o f cool at the walls u ntil one of them sticks;

you throw your notions i n the air andwatch as t hey fall like bombs o n the rest of us

"remain calm, remain calm;

stop breathing and all of this w ill go away"

a literal siren song unto our heads,

our brittle bones a nd our berglass h earts,

moments aw ay from shattering

and you, a d ot on the map,

a rolling ocean with sonic cl amour in your waves,

seemingly c alm, but waiting all the while for the boiling in your blood



explorers 3

1. hollowed out my insides,

my rough-hewn handsgrasping at an invisible morphine switch,

searching for faces t hat will make me

calm

2. when the stars g o bleeding in all directions

and the shadows ea t your shoulders, bag-winged,

and your eyes sh rivel but there is n o sleep,

only for the weak

3. hello baby i found you like the driest of dreams

small-eyed and tousled, ready to be adored

when he was ch anging me for the better,

you were waiting like a specter i only just knew of

another far-off and illogical boy to leave me

strung out and lovesick

4. my dear your heart beats t he loudest

in the be st possible way



let go

you're dye-stained and

tied in leather and plastic all right, andyou're n ot what i thought you were—

you're so m uch more

as i go tripping, stumbling down this life-like alleyway,

there is a light at the end of this tunnel

you have seen it, i'm sure,

but you keep it locked away inside your st,

next to your dictionary o f obscure sorrows

there is a portrait of you made of charcoal

and it gives m e no direction,

but allow me to say that yours

is ye t another voice on my list of safe noises,

and the glow of your stars i s a torch by w hich

i am learning to carry m y h eart

there is a light that holds m e down at night,

there is a light that helps m e breathe,

and if i cling on to it as i cling on

to entities t hat have long since passed me by,

maybe i can make i t out of here



a bitter pill to swallow

1. keep ying and climbing those mountains, boy

drums so shar p they m ake your ears po pand i'm still running

2. carry o n carrying on

i'm never down

but you're pulling me in

several directions

you're n o boy-band metaphor,

obsessed w ith the number onebut ighty, erce,

slimboned

3. and what happened to your couch

made of errant thoughts a nd incorrect posture

the speakers s urrounding your skull,

your hearing-loss opinions

remember when you us ed to

dream about me 'cause i do,

man, i do

4. swallow

those popstars, pop-punk, poprocks

and coke, and you're furry-tongued,

lost in the lights"i've been everywhere, man, lookin' for

you babe" and here com es the bass

you spin, you black o ut and

you feel it



5. DID YOU KNOW

i dream about you

every secon d

every minute

every night

i dream about you

6. draw the symbol for nothing like this

to match the symbol for everything on your wrist

come back in time to wake your friends

it never ends. it never ends.



bodies

choking on the gas i n your lungs

in fact, choking on your lungsand organs

and hands

and bitter symmetry

tetrahedrons a nd false geometry

and you, you taste like nothing

but you reach down my throat to break my spi ne

and i will always welcome you in



visceral

i. where have you been

that i fell in love with youthe peer pressure of your ngers

is e nough to make me think dangerous t hings

& ghting your blood-diamond e yes

ii. bleach-bone skin,

black-shadow shoulders

& your knife-edged hipbones

you're not there

just

an ocean away



eon

where were you

when they came,when they landed,

when they took you with

rough hands

coarse voices;

astronaut boy

surng the sun until he burst

and cam e crashing

down in a sub wave signal

through steel walls,

glass boxes,

bloodhearts,

through



peroxide, baby

yeah, i see you

british boy blue, duke of whiteout country;

otherwise known as baby black eyes

you wouldn't know it but you've got a penchant

for falling in love with boys in crop tops

and girls with nipple rings

you wouldn't know it but

you're a 90's boy, boy—

& a thousand years ago, when man

first dyed its hair indigo and started wearing tight pants

and ridiculous shoes they said

"i swear by your pale torso to uphold

the pillars of grunge and opinionated gentlemen,

we promise to never breathe by anyone's standards,

or to allow people to cut our hair"

hey, babe, let me tell you about the girl who ruled the world

guess what she didn't wear black lipstick because she thought it was trashy

but she fell in love with a boy who had tan skin

though she said she'd only love pale

baby, baby, you're a scuffed-up mall rat seconds away from being stepped on

and there are legions of tongue-tied ashgirls you could call yours

but, if only they knew who you were

they hollowed out their eye sockets with eyeliner and hard drugs but

i did it myself with my own heartbeats

you can drink their milk and taste their skin, but i bet

they'll be plastic, babe, and i bet

they'll fuck like the blow-up dolls they drew tattoos on to feel edgy

honey, you're a one-in-a-million guy,

but them american girls only fall for boys named johnny—

baby, you're not nearly tan enough



blood of the yo ung

all choked up on leather, baby

how's about you learn to breathe first

& you're like a ball n chain around my ankle

& the pull of bass in my veins

fisheyed, deadly neurotoxin

i never did listen when they told me of the dangers of battery acid

tonight the church is a rave-yard—

tonight when the bass drops

so will you

babe, there are frogs in the night

and headaches in the morning

but tonight all the girls are out

with sweat on their scalps and bleach

in their smiles and tonight

if you dance with me i can tell you

that tomorrow will never come

babe, you're 1000 degrees and babe,

you're on fire

pinky-swear, i've always been radioactive

so choke down that margarita, honey,

wipe away your tequila smile

you are in america,

where love is using first names in poetry—

but this isn't love, babe, this is a

drunken tattoo you only half regret—

names in big letters across our chests

and the lingering scent of your fingertips

burning glowstick trails through the air



don’t ever think yourself invincible

tell me h ow many na mes yo u d id g ive you rself

how many bo ttles, how many ha ircutsi did not miss the misery

quite as m uch as i thought i would

i must confess i've been looking for you

but now i'd a sk yo u to stay a way

excuse me; i am stuck in the urban corner

still swallowing my tongue and choking

on all my idols,

killing them myself with a poison brewed from my b lood



maybe you’ll stop breathing for now but someday you will start again

and oh, i used to be so capable of doing things

perhaps i was a lmost beautifulbut you, you dearest

make me feel as i f i knew nothing

and i do

i know nothing at all

once i was a f olk so ng c oming from your radio

now i am the ground beneath your feet

that crumbles b ecause it cannot hold you

up

any longer

when i am two weeks from twenty the gaps

between my n gers w ill shrink

and the distance b etween oceans gr ows sm aller

and poor haircuts g et better

everything gets b etter in the end, darling

and so, always, shall we

so

shall

we



made graves of your cheekbones (and turned to ash in my hands)

you play these d angerous g ames w ith yourself

and so metimes w hen you hold you r bones so de licateit's a s i f you know mine are breaking

i stepped over the cliff and

fell shattered on to your chessboard

and you were so careful as you moved me into p lace

so cl ever, a ch arming man skipping h is sum mer stones

buried his limbs i n the black soil

i was al ways you pawn

but i am just a stranger and

as incapable n ow as i was a t 14

i don't mind that my words

bounce off your porcelain skull

yours only b uried themselves

in my skin when i needed to remember how to be

okay



vegetarian burritos

there was a constantly r epeating commercial for katy p erry's m ovie

and other crap bands l ike shinedownthose crap walls m ade of urls a nd coding

once broken by yo ur little wrecking balls

now rebuilt in force

and the 10000 people that follow are the ones b old enough to touch

to spray g raffiti on the brick

let's w atch as yo u take your reactions a nd throw them in the air

and let's d ance in the confetti-shaped dust that's l eft over

breathing it in like dangerous t eenagers

fully a rmed with video blogs a nd the sort of names

that are so easy t o misplace

you know it's g ood when everyone still comes r unning

at the s ound of your keyboard

and so you keep on

struggling through life in a world where in the time it takes

to kill a cow you can have a universe of teen tragedies a t your ngertips

and the irony of all the fuck-al l drenched 20-year-olds

who still breathe the same air

you just know they are saying

who the hell are you

and it's so hilarious

when his w hatever slaps you in the face and leaves you heartstopped

you know it tastes so good when the hipsters



shrug their shoulders a nd say been there done that that you nd yourself

crawling b ack for more



alexithymia

darling, dye me a thousand colors

you crash and spatter ink a long the glassstain the porcelain of my sk in and i want

your shadow all over me

i want your bones t o exist next to my b ones

twisting, grasping hands

reaching for the light

pluck the stars f rom the arms o f the night and

scatter them along my neck

running ve foot ten through the digital twilight

pinwheeling sunshine, blinded in white

cover me in your skin—

make m y choo siest choice an d

ip the record

bleed red string and tie our wrists t ogether

whisper a tale about aeroplanes

as w e watch the sky expl ode

just please, dearest, p

keep me, your most midnight of thoughts

wide-eyed and wondering on the edge of your mind



a roaring

and if you take m e h ome

welcome me with a hello seattle

i am where you a re

and we a re b alanced,

ever precarious,

on glass platforms a nd we are

falling

holding reies b etween our ngers

shattered like mason jars,

a scattered foretelling

that if our bones d o break the

echo would remain—

a whisper,

a heartbeat,

a roaring



pineapple tesseracts

deliberately o btuse, you spoke in fragments

sang s ongs t o the k etchup b ottles,

played battles with the at earth

your blithering testimonials a lways s ounded so sweet;

four thousand feet overlooking



there is brilliance

there is b rilliance in disbelieving

promised glory in ink a nd wiresthe curved calm of cursive stonework,

belayed in the buzz of electricity

it used to be i’d wait for you to move

and publish my r eaction in capital letters

a restorm of breathing

but i remembered the cold of electrons

and maybe i’ve forgotten you,

helpless in your toothached, stony si lence

from the veins i n your arms,

lled with the shock of your white blood cells

to the shbones in your feet

pale, cold wet at the bottom

i have shed a single teardrop

a clear blood of the soul that tells

me to push it all away



to mute yo ur glory

you remember these h allowed halls

being the fruits of your black-eyed nightmaresyour bare feet sliding o ver malachite marbles a nd

it h urt, didn't it?

you used to cry o ut in your sleep

you forgot after a while, and

the ram-horned men b ecame ram-horned girls,

sliding about in gauze-thin dresses

through the hollow doors o f sin

and you left stranded at the center of the waterfall

a bit of queen anne's l ace clutched in your palm

as you p assed under the arches som eone whispered

"a good man doesn't drink" into your ear

and you laughed as you ascended to the pulpit

shoeless, jeans r ipped, with some leftover glitter beneath your eyes

you bent back you r ngers an d made love t o the organ

and when the rafters sh ook with the force of your chorusit was e verything church was m eant to be



devil’s a dvocate

satan came back to you in your sleep,

he stained the inside of your mouth

crimson, and painted pentagrams on your cheeks

you bled in silence, paralyzed by the

voices in your head

and you did not expect this,

little more than i did; but

in a sacrament of chipped nail polish and

blackened nighttime eyes, i came to love you

doubtlessly arcane, the magic of your fingertips

and the shaping of your words along my skin



TRUE THRUSH

and your 8-bit weapon skimmed the craters of mars

not a bang but a clatterclash of cashregisters

toga parties wrapped in an american ag, wearing your

best dan deacon sm irk

smoke a cigarette your foot going

ratatattat against maroon surfaces

suffice to say t he language barrier made things b etween us impossible

bilingual with liquor as you were

so many half-naked tea parties p unctuated

by mock-not-mock s wordghts a nd your cries o f "zounds!" as yo u leapt from the table

biscuit brandished o ver my g igglefaced cries o f oh dear oh dear

dragon days, fortune days

blinded ambition and the scent of triangles

you did some incredible t hings w ith my ink pen made it

race up and d own my legs he artracing

just like that

blue hair blue smile blue-lipped it's just your style baby

to wake up at night covered in blood

but still as gorgeous as fairy dust

to love my e ver-





TARRYING

and such a silly thing a trivial thing

to fall in love in all caps,

nonsense words a nd heatstruck h earts

furnaces p laced in obscure corners o f the room

naked eyes un seeing but with a presence l ike a sharpclawed hand on your shoulder

auntie sa ys you 're g etting too thin g ramma a grees an d sh oves a m uffin d own yo ur shirt

bonyeyed, cheap ngers ng ering

your black c argo pants t hat keep sliding down your hips

ever silently, delirious m aterial you thought came f rom outer space when yo u were s mallstill woefully u ndersized but that re inside is stoked by y oko ono

what a p rize you are, a bear with a computer and just

bear with me a m oment while i take your photograph young man

you are g oing p laces"

they whispered you should have seen him leave, arrogant boy inconsiderateboy hopped on the train and never looked back, could've

sworn he saw the sun smiling him out the door

forgot your best suit just remember to reproof your loveletters ever since

tomorrow when the poets st arted lying to you



mate, soulmate

doing the done things

they fucked and dropped acid until the sun rose in the west

dribbled it along her milkskin

she al most gave when he asked

babe do you know what i'm talking about 'cause i

don't either



kerosene d ream

turned yo u u p loud a nd you ground a gainst my skin

had a dream about you last night, and b oy were yo u tall

kissed me in the ocean the waves t asted like saltwater and you were the saltiest

and the best one that i ever wrote letters to

pinned your satellite to my d ashboard and it sparkled like bowie

and sometimes i need to shout need to scream like the time i felt the bones o f your feet in my h ands

could've sw orn it was you when you smiled at me from across m y ba sement

and it was a lmost real



no connection

okay chaos

too soon for my ch erry-scented hair wrapped around your ngers

?

not too soon to hope

junked

heart beating and you promisedphantoms in my hea d you p romised t hey were you

towered like the sun and

i felt so light, did you know that,

i felt waves a nd your arms exa ctly h ow arms sh ould be

felt innite nite and dandelion veined

lionhearted is n ot a thing you are

felt my h eartbeat in my h ead and the vibrations l ike a swell

like those saltwater surges d ragging,dragging me under

nd your footprints i n the sand and walk in them to prove they were there

but when i looked back i only saw my footsteps on the b each

and you're g one



mezzanine

choke on beetle's teethshining black chrome, waiting in dripping fearless

and oh how the enamel rain falls

bleeding out your iron

looks like nail polish, smells like fate

not giving up

ran up a thousand flights of stairs because the elevator broke downbut then you remembered you only dreamed it

tripped stumbled up a thousand flights of stairs to reach her

but you dreamed it ,

blind, fearless

execution hood upon your head like a crown

and when the building collapsed everything broke

grinding the spark plugs in your stomach

grinding your verbs to dust

inside you,

trapdoor snapped shut

padlocks and icy walls

froze over and you ,

hand over hand over heart

up the ladder cold metal burns your skin

climbs to the rain to god

through steel wool clouds

lightning flashed struck your skeleton

coughed up x rays for a week

got so close to the roof of the world

got so close but you never quite



made it

alien home 1&2

1.

got to your house in the middle of the night,

an honest confessional a mess,

poetry up and dow n my arms

got to the part where you let me

in and i might've used the fastforward b utton hope yo u don't mind dearit was w et it sure was w et

looking like the business end of a cigarette i was c urling like smoke

around your head your precious l tered air

breathed in a nyway an d

said our hellos a nd goodbyes w ith quiet

disregarded the regards you gave

i stayed awake through all your days a nyway yo u should've known

2.

and oh you tasted just like my h eartbeat in my m outh

i forgot you broken-voiced but for the feel of your shirt

just like holding a shadow and

must've been too tired to tell you

so you p iggybacked me to bed,

murmured nonsense t he whole way 'cause you knew

i loved to hear you speak

your very bed upstairs w here yo u laid me d own,

wrapped me in a blanket then wrapped me in you and st ayed there



didn't care that i was still soaked and

dontcha kno w i want you to a lways c arry me h ome





held the co smos in your eyes

took chan ces

got salt in my m outh

and a b ad case of moon fever for my troubles

looked into yo u when

suddenly a wall of sound turned

all my bones to dust

and i saw the stars

like t he whole universe was t aking m y hand

i heard them whispering to e ach o ther

and they a ll had your voice

don't know if i ever told you that

it's a sound that gives m e panic a ttacks

i circled back round a dying star

it told me that all its b rothers w ere already d ead

and when they sa id their last words no body heard them

because no one was t here

i passed through a nebula near earth and

it got all over my skin andin my air and down my throat

wouldn't stop falling d own from my eye lashes

or tinting my b reaths w ith gold



and the thing about the universe

is t hat it's t he most profoundly s ad thing i've ever witnessed

because you summed it up in a f ew echoed notes,

yet it's so vast,

full of incomprehensible wonders a nd stories n o one will ever hear



10 songs

what could i have d one?

we ha d adventures

dressed up like

polar bear summer

and winter light struck you

for a moment, glowing

in your skin

for a moment,

for a momentwe reached higher

climbing cranes, touched

the blue with our hands

color ran all down our arms

ten more song s

to journey’s e nd

refused,

caught the contact ofyour forehead kisses

shackled to the river and

drowning faster every m inute



crush all humans

what a yo uth

lipstick d iamonds

condensed to an internet mythos

and kurt cobain’s t wisted gospel

further warped by the world-wearies;

webpage w////s,

barely literate in the ux of their own language

syntax always e scaped them

if it was written in anything but spray paint or eyeliner

i talk a lot about promises,

of oaths t aken lakeside;

sealed in blood whilst clinging to wavecrushed rocks

lied in your studboots w ith

scraped knees p eeking from tight blue jeans

dirt swept hair like the wind made it so

but here; there was a legend of stars

that burned in winter clad

bleeding on the running river of the sun

while yo u threw stones through windows

taken by a pixilated rebellion and

failed to understand that when everything goes u p in smoke

the atmosphere pays it no heed



a calling

everyday there was screaming

and a fury a nd the vo icesclawing at my e ars w ith your hands

your perfect fucking ngernails

s h r e d d i n g

my skin

lover, you are not my

lover

not my friend, no, just a piece of

pale meat in a sea o f steaksstake you in the heart, vampire,

nail me to a cross

whilst dousing yourself with holy water

and it sounds l ike a song b y the deftones;

because i can’t hear you,

your voice from underwater like cerebral uid

drowning in the liquid from my e ardrums

down,

but i never lost sight of your face

and god damn, what a face

i swear, you’d look like the moon

if the moon wore pink l ipstick

and hung between the ocean and the night

between my he aring and my sight,

i’m so damn far from the light but i’ll take you

standing two feet in front of me and wreathed in neon, i’ll take you

drenched in sweat to the sound of a heart beating,

just like the sound my breatak

as i lay, alone, in my b ed,

singing songs for sex o r against it,



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