Unconscious.

Good morning

my intertwining nightmare,
the galloping ruins of a person
I did not become.

Hello
my unfolding calamity,
my lessons unlearned in
dire uncertainty.
I heard the whispers
that you could be coming,
saw the fire in the sky.
I can taste your salty betrayal
sharp on my tongue
and see my face crumbling
away in the mirror.

Crisp.

Looking through all these years,

searching through all the layers.

This feeling, it explodes through me,

and it chases away

and it runs away,

it's infectious

and hopeless

and desperate

and homeless.

Those moments weren't lost on me,

I'm grasping at nothing,

whole pages disappearing

in this cold wind storm.

So long long long ago

without you,

I heard you,

I kissed you,

I felt you.

These are whole letters addressed to me,

with my name in your writing

my laughter in your typing.

Catching myself getting caught in

examples of broken,

the damage

of reckless,

the theory

of cotton.

Mistaken.

You said you were sorry,

like that would keep my legs open.

The more you spoke the less I heard, 

like flattery would pin me to your bed.

I know what I must have looked like, 

such a fucking easy target.
But I'd rather settle out in the cold
than in the confines of your twisted head.

Bite.

Anytime you decide I don't need to hold on so tight,
just let me know,
like a wooden floor, I believe in you.
Lets put our hearts up for sale, scream our lungs out in the desert,
turn these minds into landfill.
While we are still young with fresh blood pulsing through us,
meet me.
I'll run to see you at the fork in the road,
I'll scramble to all of our unspoken truths
to have one more moment,
keep you a little longer,
and feed you a bite of my heart.

Sunken.

There's little more
than nothing
left in this aged head.
I stripped the walls
from white
to wood,
instantly
I hated it.

I'm Asking.

Lock me up,
lock up this shattered girl and throw away they key.
I need something to keep me in this spot
when every breath fills my body with the
urge to leave.

Tie me down,
tie up my fingers, my hands, my toes and feet.
Anchor me to what I know is right
because I'm so damn good at running from
the echo of defeat.

Echo.

Embrace my warm demon,
drain out your heart some.
We drink but never fly,
intoxicate the darkness
more than live.
I am a walking victim
of an endless moonlight need.