see me with your eyes

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knowing that i'm never to be your fire to brittle and your heart to close

I clench and bench down the aisle wishing for your majesty to pose

pose for scenes you know I starred on

and if you understood you would've known and carved my name woodvale on your collarbone

you would've smelled the breeze , the booze , the fire of our houses's wood

read my poems with pride and eulogy

but 3 to 6 and a 4 and you'll never seem to grow

grow into how muched I make you in my words the most alive , so unmoored and how like a flannel you cure me from my brain's funnerals

in hospitals we never had dates and in movie theatres we never quoted endings

does it twist you in the belly , make your face red warm up you arms and blends your ache with mine and you ache and ache and ache , or is it just me , in a roller coaster forever running for a new love story to chase

it immasculates me to dress up for your compliments

for you to say that those things are brave

and I'd put on a smile , I'd sniff the roses and gaze at chemtrails

,I'd curse and pour my stories into drinks in a place that shall not remind me that I'm always reminded of you

It was so alarming when you said I'm making the world around myself , when you were walking around me with permission , where is that precision that it was purely causing you issues

Will that heart of yours grow in shapes , will it when I reminisce that ricocheted weekend

and how months timed to be colored feelings 

Give me your eyes to show you paradise

I'm getting used to the whole palette : the blues and the greys are summer and that scarlet bolshevik is september

does it make you stronger , to brag about it , I let you , that you never had to apologize and that it's always bleaking out of my mouth like liquor and you'd sip and sip and sip the auras out of me 'til I'm just like you

a figure to be starred at in corridors

I was there , you could ask the screens , I'm sorry

I'm sorry I overstepped

overshared

and here I am reaching out just to tables to turn

and it seemed like I wanted it

what's a want becoming a need , if you had let me

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