Cigarettes, Wedding Bands.

Et cetera and such,
You’re especially beautiful
just between sleeping
and waking up.
I love the way
Your chest falls
beneath the rest
and the back rises and
falls ever so gently,
oh sweetie,
the way Your skin
glows in every type
of light,
it fills my heart
with an anxious rate,
but only because you’re so
incredible in many ways.
Et cetera and such,
I love you so,
and more every day.

Incredibly,
I’m false,
but I don’t believe history necessarily repeats,
isn’t that what you’d expect,
even from me?
I’m false,
there’s not much to me,
but miracles are falsely believed,
so why can’t it happen again for me?
But really,
I’m false,
and it’s never been more clear,
fell in love with a woman
and now she isn’t even here,
what the fuck?
I don’t even know,
nor care.

Breathe in,
breathe out.

Everything feels too strung out,
how unlucky to be the moth on this ceiling,
I’ve smiled all day until you fell asleep,
and then cried about nothing except for the sea,
the spider felt lost but ultra hungry,
and the pillow swallowed just the same as the ocean,
and all the spiders desires quenched with ease.

Breathe in,
breathe out.

Nothing in this house was free,
I poured my emotions out to get these,
to get me where I never expected,
all alone with possessions made of mounting memories.

No,
nothing in this house was free,
this lamp alone was from
our twelve month endurance,
that all ended so abruptly.
The cat whom had been yours
for a few days,
remains,
and that book you left for me,
well that lines the shelf along with
all these things that didn’t come with emotional ease.

No, baby,
nothing in this house is free,
not even for me.

If only the rain
wouldn’t fall with such charm,
then I wouldn’t be entrapped
in a lonely stare.
The window’s open
and the curtains are closed,
the damp air can’t catch
but I’m going to remain posed,
waiting for the severity of the situation
to get to me.

Look at me, sweetie,
this is not the loneliness you seek,
look at me,
look me up and down until your blind from the lack of change within me.
Look at me,
I’m all the colors you don’t need,
look at me,
I’m not the one with the watery soul needed to meld to your icy,
oh dear, look at me,
I’m nothing like what you want your forever to be.

Is everything okay,
I can feel your breath on my lips,
is everything okay,
darling,
my heart is beginning to shudder?
The sun in your eyes no longer glows with brilliance untold,
baby,
is everything alright?
One more sign and I’ll have to steal you away,
sweetie,
even if just for the night..

I’m empty,
lack of the humanistic,
more exotic,
I once calculated the trees in a forest just for the mathematics,
I’m the factor that doesn’t really matter,
but I am the most prime there will ever be.

“What do you know,”
the wolf swallows the moon,
except just the soul,
he’s gathered the sheep,
fed them all full,
whispered in the moonless night,
“the moon’s restless nature,
finally found a home.”

I need the night to keep away
the sun’s light ,
I need the glow of the moon,
to keep my mind.
I’ve never felt so dangerous,
but this isn’t a cry,
everything is okay,
I just need the night.