love sick

Misty eyes and thoughts,Eager chills, hot up the spine,Sleepless, anxious nights,I can't control my fool heart.I'm so fucking sick of love.

allergies

I sneeze and sniffle,But summer mornings this lovely,Are worth the trouble.

waiting

patience is virtue,'tis wholesome and attractive,we lovers waiting.but I! am not a soft doll,to simply wait, contented.

worthless words

Speaking of monstrous:Nothing is less than worthless,Than nothing at all.

Instagram Posts

Something about loving you,Makes me hate something about myself,And how I wish this didn't sound likeA teenager's Instagram post.

in bed, again

I'm a little tired,Like sleep sapped away my soul,So back to it, then.

pilgrimage through far mountains

Family gravestones seemSo cool, even in this heatGlistening with dew. Ladle of water,Wash away these worldly sins,Make me clean again. Mountain pilgrimage,A thousand-thousand steps up,Like unending dreams. I take strange comfort,In my slumbering god-ghosts,Dreaming of this land,From their little demimondes,Nestled deep in mossy homes.

Awake

I do not think about it,Awake as I am,I am a wake,A vigil over sleep,My vigilant sleeplessness.

I Admit It

I admit it.My lack of romantic sense,My inability to form connections,My heart's cold distance,Unintended cruelty dispensed. But I never lied when I said "I love you."

Port in the Storm

The cold sheet precipitates,Chance meetings and glances,Lips that speak of unhealed wounds,Lost loves and last chances.