M.G.B

Your lips

Look like something I could float on

And when u laugh

That dimple winks at me

As if it knows I’m waiting for it

And if I’m close enough

I can hear your heartbeat

A rhythmic melody

A Smooth and consistent lullaby.

And your hands

Textured and thoughtful

Creeping up my thigh

Just enough to get warm.

I let them stay there long enough

And then I push them to their destination.

So you can explore me in detail

And turn me into a poem.

Titans Hand

I feel myself crumbling

By force

Of a weight that feels like a titans hand

By a burden I’ve given myself

I am atlas.

I watch myself

In the mirror

And there’s questions in my eyes

I am too embarrassed to answer

Even when I’m alone

I’m insincere.

I cry.

A haunting low wail.

Quiet enough to mean something

Not loud enough to share.

I hold my knees as tight as I can

This is how I keep it together.

Fights Aways Start With Always.

Always

You start it with an always.

It comes from the bridge you walk over

Of things you said you’ve forgotten

And you carry that always

Right there in your pocket

And as heavy as it may be

You wield it

Eternally

And then it rains so thunderously

Lightening

and you frighten me

You swear it’s always what I do

You tower over me

and I shout to you

I thought we forgave each other

I forgive you and you add another

To your suitcase you carry through

Our relationship is something blue.

You always do this

I never do.