Buff top. Cisgender. Take me to where you lay.
I would never introduce you to my sanctuarium
my bed is basillica
My mind registering the fake name you gave me as you pry into the movements in my eyes
You'll never catch me lie
I'm way too trained
"You should be thankful I decided to look your way,
"waste my time your way,
"grateful I gave you this time of day
"blah blah. I walk on water.
Send me photos of from youth
back when the vibrance hasn't been purged out of your skin. Yet.
Let me see
how you see yourself
because that's how I'll peel into your skin as I
frame your tight bod ...Read more
I like the way he breathes near my mouth
and teases me with his half-kiss
I like the way he giggles at my unsteady and fervor
I like the way our tongues wrestle with each other
I like his way of things
He calls me by the pet name he made up
In a way, nobody ever fills my stomach with this much battalion, butterflies
I find myself
waiting for him
where we first met
first laid eyes on our future
got each other's numbers,
I like the way he pulls me close when he's sleeping on my bed
because goddamnit, it's the best feeling I've ever
felt in my entire exis ...Read more
How could you tell me I'm beautiful and not mean it?
I guess lying is easy, pretending convenient
when you don't really care for its target
What I want from you is something you cannot give
and what you ask for me is patience I do not have
Your love a poorly done falsetto
and my heart deafened by your silence.
You try to hold me as I retreat
Lying beside me but my body wants you to leave
I distance my back from your chest and ignore
how comforting your arms are around not just my naked skin but my entire being
Could you not make me the villain even when I am?
Could you not throw it ...Read more
Hello, New Mark
Hello, New Michael
Hello, New Mitchell
What's your name this time?
What do you like?
Where do you live?
What do you think of my clothes?
Of my name?
Would you like me to change again?
Should I be someone else?
Someone more likeable?
Someone more relatable?
It's nice meeting you
Small town, ain't?
No. It is not.
But I still want to paint it that way
Think of it that way
I feel like this is fate
I hope you feel that, too.
I have to re-learn you
The whole value of you
The things you want and those you hate
Until you choose to leave
I know you'd ...Read more
Tonight, I'm going to bed with someone without a face
that's okay; I bet he understands why
start our game meters of a crowd in between
to bed, to his Gaia drying on my pecs
him licking off the pool he made from my right nipple
call each other 'baby' because we couldn't be bothered with names
put my weight on his body,
kiss his name, gently, messily,
grab his ass cheek as I put it inside
I've always felt that there was something divine
the thought of two bodies becoming one
without history; greed and malice all but left behind
he purifies me from years I've spent in awful solitary
Every musician wants to be part of your household, dear
Much like every genuine ounce of me longs for your validation
Would you sing these anthems with me?
Play me on your radio?
Let me into your flightful heart?
Your lover in elusive moments
Your runaway, your reprise, your trophy, rump, reward
Your time share ; beach house husband baby
Returning applicant to be buried beside you
buried inside you as we smile
Play with me like doll house from your childhood attic
Your memoirs, your makings, your monarchs, your machinations
Pull all my strings and tug me close t ...Read more
You’re haunted by your past
Haunted by your future: the one that will be and the one you have lost
Haunted by regrets and mistakes
By memories of people you let go and those who you actively hurt,
How many lives have you,
in your most subtle way, ruined
and just how much the thought of them
don’t affect you the least.
You drown your cocktails
with pills that make you numb
Romanticize the loneliness like music to your muse
Married to the dream you lost yourself into
Only to wake up unsmiling, dazed; you’re confused.
You keep reminding yourself
that everybody hurts the way yo ...Read more
Stop pouring your clattered hearts to meI like them solidWe can both be drowning or we can take the doorWhat do you think this will give you?Preserving shadows in a jarAll your money in high hopes leaving you pennilessThis shit you're streaming on Hulu is a boreWe can't both be darkness. One has to be light.Will it be you? Will you glimmer for me?Fake your own purple rays and shun stormy cloudsAll our savings in dry enviros leaving me two cents for a cigaretteYou had this dream last nightof thinmen and humanoid tax collectorsAnd then, there was me ringing at your doorbellbut which monster more ...Read more
Let me go, lover
Let me go
Life is full of valleys, and to the valleys I shall conquer
I need to escape your violets
I need to run t'wards the mountains and the seas
Let me go, lover
Let me go
I need to put myself headfirst into the ocean
and experience its dark
its depth and its cold
with my own skin
You could have been my scuba suit but you would just
separate the waters from me
Let me go, lover
Let me go
I need to escape to the moon at noon with new companions
Doesn't mean I don't love you
Don't say I never did
I was there, in that same room with you, weren't I?
My sweet ...Read more
Tease into me the darkness
You are a strange alumnus to pain
You wake to face the telly
and rest to end your games
Your games, your games, your racehorses
Dragged you off feet, skid your marks
Counting coins in your pocket
Can't even afford to light your cigarette
Articulacy is a weapon of the witty
prestidigitatio, sound of mind
Slips right off your fingers
Atrophic brain, blood from your spine
Drown your cognac with oxy
Escaped death once
Tease it thrice
Run from the room of white while saline
drips for your behind
Paint against illusion
Lost against Michaela ...Read more
Spencer lives in constant fear
He lives in constant premature rejection
not by others, but by himself
He decides for everything
decides for everyone
as he had failed to decide before
“You do not want a part of me,” he says
“My red is dirty,” he believes
“My red corrupt.”
Spencer lives in dissonace
Completely aware of how it rushes
in his veins; he continues to live in vain
Hoping to find someone as damaged, as baggaged as he is
and then he damages himself
Because all the philosophies and all the support
fail to deliver him from himself
and in the red-lit corners of ...Read more
She stood valiantly among decadent trees and dirt paths that will soon be concrete
making way for improved strangers for an improved city she doesn't know of
The roads that used to resign for her comfort no longer curve t'wards her
but for the greater symmetry
Whatever that is
The new tenants tore her apart
Renovated her to fit their desires
Hated her plenty for reflecting her past self
Despised the furniture she came with
Tore her apart
Tore her some more
She no longer sees herself as who she was, over time
No longer felt like herself
Her paint, a dejectio ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
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