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my hands hold,
with or without

hush moon,
don't sing sad melodies tonight,
i get lost in the noise,
in the vagueness that you offer.
a tug of nostalgia at my heart,
i want to forgive him,
even for something so massive as
loving me too much,
so much
that his hurt is like a bitter disease i cannot live without.
addicted to the way he fumbles for sense,
running fingertips through his ebony hair,
as if to say, ' come closer, i need you closer'
and i always do because i am proudly a fool,
for a man who loves and walks away,
leash in hand as if to say.....

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an eve of extinction

my tongue is too big for my mouth and i suffer from lock-jaw.
the words have been nurtured, like seeds matured and ready for harvesting.
they've rooted themselves in my stomach and now they've outgrown their pot.
they flutter around inside of me searching for more space, driving upwards tickling my throat making me uneasy with nerves too numb to vomit.
i swallow, forcing them back into their damnation, for i too am damned and need companionship.

' don't tell me how to feel'
you've taught me so well to hate, such a beautiful mind to waste.

in cluttered fields of trash-talking thought patterns, ariel view from my eye's scope because i am so far up here and these meanings are so far beneath me.

my heart has wintered some, it's grown weary and destitute.

do you love me anyways? in-spite of my dark sighs? and oh God! how i love it when you cry, the sky opens up, a looking glass reveals the hours of our death sentence when these our the nights of our lives.

you are my only redeeming quality, that i need you and i lack nothing.
that i love you though i am lightless.

and all these knotted words, so sick to go unsung,
so diseased to be unspoken, lay limp and on the verge
just as i.