I can tell you a secret or two
about a girl who had the chance and flew
far, far, away
Curious to see if her lover would ache
Would he find a new love or would each day he wait?
Only six hundred seconds gone and she missed him so
She tilted her wings and headed back home
Only to find her lover in rest,
With a note that read:

“Without you, I’m a mess”

I puncture through, down and up
I was a needle stitching your wounds and cuts
I spelled out each letter of my name
I wanted everyone to know who drove you insane
I am the one who splattered the glass,
The one who put you in that plastered cast 
Now you can’t escape your bed
You cry puddles in the pools of your head
I was similar to that of a robot machine
I tightened my bolts and released hot steam
Never would I ever think with a heart
I was cold to the touch and my parts were sharp
Was I the reason for your wounds and cuts?
Did you think I would have closed them all the way shut? 

Tell me about that story again
When you and I were only friends
Where you fell so hard and scraped your knee
When you finally learned that he didn’t see
That he was just a passerby 
And you were a beggar on the streets

Your eyes found warmth
in my cold hands
found haven in a body full of storms
saw beauty in a wretched soul
And I ask you 
Why do you keep seeking for something good,
and continue to
delve
into a dark hole 
even when you know your search
will never come to an end?
These hands are filth
This body is hell
This beauty is nothing but a thirty foot swell 
that will swallow and drown us both. 

My love, my love
Won’t you save some time for me, my love?
Save us the days
Save us the hours
Save us the minutes
Save us the seconds, my love
Save us some time 
For us to breathe
Just for us, my love

Such a foreign feeling
When you can’t read
Your own handwriting
How could I
Have swirled this ink
With my own thoughts
And cannot comprehend
My own marks
How could I
Have been conscious
And not remember
My own thoughts
As I wrote down
These simple lines

I can be your deep blue sea
I can be your cashmere sleeves
I can be your missing sleep
I can be your shading tree
Let me please
Yes let me please
Be your only
Cup of tea

Blinking twice
to make sure
this
is
not 
a 
dream.

A princess;
She danced her way
towards my sins
Closed my eyes with a safety pin
Locked her lips around my frown
And pulled me down towards her crown

Why do I let those eyes
Intercept the light that can’t hit mine
Why do I let those hands
Touch another this time again
Why do I zip myself shut
and let you
f a l l 
in upper limbs 
that don’t belong 
to me 

As I jump into this bucket,
This bucket of cold nitrogen,
I will freeze myself from head to toe
And numb myself negative one hundred ninety six degrees centigrade and below 

When you get up off your bed this morning
Will you find your way to your reflection
And tell that girl in the mirror that I love her so? 

I made a phone call to the wall
Anticipating for an answer

The silence of cracked paint
and my ear listening against cold plaster
was looking for a voice that ceased to exist

Speaking to the wall, I realized
Imagining your presence
Left me feeling hollow and bare
but satisfied at the very same time.

Better to waste breath
than have unsaid words
scavenge my being alive. 

When you walk into the room,
my blood flows
into the pipes of the capsule
which they call my heart
and it mimics the bass of a blasting boombox.
Boom, boom, boom.

Take my heart and do as you please
Tie my veins around yours like a stool spun with string 
Keep it in the pocket of your shirt
Or stitch it under the fold of your skirt
If you’re going to bed, hold onto it tight
Or keep it locked with a chain until the end of the night
If I had yours, it would be safe with me
Attached to my arm, up over my sleeve
Wherever I go, your heart would go too
Never apart, I love you, I do.