July 2011
even your bones are beautiful,
you radiate sincerity.
i long for your golden eyes.
turning over a new leaf,
but it’s so fucking heavy.
if i put my love for you in a cup would you drink it? if i put my love for you in words would it make sense?
ray.
but you’ll never know because
you never followed through.
leaving town in two days
i hope i never come back
frustrated and confused and wound up like a ball of yarn.
tomorrow is what i want
but instead
i’m stuck with today
your hips
and mine
sways between suitors on a broken heel.
thao makes everything a little better
filled up with bones and regret.
i’ve lost hope for you,
but i still want my flowers to grow in your garden.
you are not the land.
you are not the sea.
