Poetry

Love is never enough on its own

You are perfect
As long as I will it it will be enough
I will be enough
I thought,
The further I walk the more I stumble
They say words cannot describe the feeling
They are wrong
The way a streetlight graces the divots of pavement
The way an a meteoroid burns in the Earth’s atmosphere
The way a tilt wand opens blinds
The way a laptop overheats
When a cork gets stuck in a bottle
When a child grabs a handful of grass
When a stem branches off
Acid reflux
Chewing gum
Picture frames
Hurricanes
Rhyming schemes
Rapid streams
The way I feel is so easily described
I am so simple
I cannot get enough
All these words will not save me
Love is never enough on its own

I fall apart.

To live is to hurt
Not yourself,

But everything else,

The entire time.

I'm sorry my love.
This is how I have always been.

When the world decays and the sun explodes I will remain the same.

If I have to break your heart in
the proces of loving you,
then so be it.

Again and Again

I say it is so, I say it and believe it

Again, and again,
I write and pour and unfold
Again and again,
It echos
Again, and again

Do not disrupt me though
Do not try and stop me
Do not tell me
Do not lie.

I build it
I break it
I consume and enjoy it
Bloodied hands and chipped teeth

Eat more, tear your own flesh, break each bone
Not forever, not an eternity, just again,
And again.

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First to love. Last to Leave.

Fastening a hourglass to
each encounter
Opaque glass breaks all the same
A digital frenze with nothing
to show for it
Sore lights indecently flicker
“Focus on me”
Never make the same mistake
Stairs upon stairs, sinking upwards
Drenched in fluctuation
“Focus on me”
Walls of curtains, not stopping,
but hindering
Grass is greener
Grass is greener
“Focus on me”
The grass the moon the tide
the rain the dirt
the sun the clouds the earth your eyes
“Focus on me”