Was it that I never
settled perfectly ,
or induced trances when our forms met..?
Perhaps it was the narrow of my back,
the curve you'd illustrate
when we had just
woken up...

Maybe it was the silver
that dangled from
my strawberry flavored
lips...

Even the tears that drag
their homes across my face right now...
As new creations tumble out of the torn
wombs of shooting stars.
Adding such a beautiful
signature,
that I existed..

I was, and Have Been

You'd never love me,
You'd never paint me
onto stained magnolias,
the ones I'd always dreamt of..

(Like you would your lovers)

..I'd Always Dreamt..

I'm frozen in this labyrinth,
and all I crave is
my.eyes.closed.

I lick up the poison
in prayer I could
collapse and forget
ever being awake..

And I know in my slumber
you'd place a crown atop my head,
to claim me as your religion
and scratch me out of bed..

(realization)

..I Only Dreamt..

Is the paper even breathing
in this lead?
Or will I wake only to
be told that I was
unconcious for another
moment...

and this dream has
rid me of all chance to live again

.....

I call out to myself,
"Help Me"

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