I'm ready to fall apart now


Where do I get in line?

When I look down
I see white
A small child
Content, unaware, brimming
Nursing on false dreams
Waiting for the curtain to lift
On their favorite scene

When I look down
I see red
A victim of circumstance
Of poor timing
Of missing opportunities
Of so much that could have been
And never was

...I have to see white

I’m lonely together

You see

Fingers intertwined
Lips locked, breath hot
Bed drinking us down
Like a tall glass of water
So much time
To give

But I feel

Fingers loose
Lips in knots, unsorted thoughts
Bed swallowing me up
Like a raging wave of white
So little time
To forgive

I’m not made of steel
I’m string
Hanging off an old sweater
You pull-
I snap, I bend

I
Break

In my room*
There’s a fire
And a heavy, sweet aroma of smoke
That’s fogging my senses; cleansing my senses
Blinding me and healing me
                  The fire touches skin; swallows skin
And yet I’m ice and stone
So the fire is just a kiss
That will linger hereafter

He wants to get away for a little while
Connect with that blank spot in his mind
And let his thoughts frost over

He’ll take the long road there
And offer the short good bye here

And when he leaves he’ll be a whisper

In my mind there is a sight
Where secret etchings stain the walls
Where ****** truths have come to light
Where ideas will grow, and also fall
And underneath there lies a space
Cold and hollow like a shell
And through that tunnel is a place
Where all thoughts and things go to dwell