to want another way

to want another way he. abruptly. rearranged. my life re-became something i could desire. unable to chase or want or crave or describe the ways that i want(ed). him. with something above my shoulders and beyond the height i used to assume and become. because he was more than that. than anything. my lip bled with a clamped tooth type of way. and while i sang this song of a heartbeat; he danced in a circle around the way my soul learned to...

when he walks (backwards)

when he walks (backwards) his skin was abruptly m(y) landscape to discover one other reason i became so quiet. it took years to achieve a possible concept. i straightened in a shoulder down, head up position. and i never told him. a w(8) of masculinity. how long can… might catch him. be/cause he consistently swore. he would. find me. while i blushed, he found another way to strut and hold something i exclusively reveal to a certain over six...

unvarnished advance

unvarnished advance Looking down. With him approaching, I sensed Peppermint trails and silent promises. To learn that birth was not when life commenced, Staring at the presence of star wishes. Lines on our hands made one constellation. Outside observation. Inside dreaming. Upon first site - forming one creation. My world returns to whispers, not screaming. Touching a soul with no physical reach; Embracing a moment of how to see. All valuable...

To a dead sister (live)

To the fake (one) She used. To say You are fake, it Becomes. A Compliment. She was blessed With children, and Then she completely, Suddenly forgot The reality of blood. Where you come from. Where (youare)(areyou) Going? Her stagnant Depiction of pretending, Like you were raised. We Do not belong in or from The same of anything. I accept how you Fail. A pathetic attempt Your children improve And I thank Goddess To be unrelated From youth's poison...

accept departure

ex/accept. departure. I have developed a style to deleting numbers. And I erased you faster than your(‘re) self-destruction. I swiped and it clicked and you disappeared. It should have created a loss inside of me. Like, what if you needed me or what if I needed anyone. The sound of your body slapping cold ground is nothing. Ex/Accept. Departure.

Matalan
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