truly, i am cowardly,

yet capable of loving boldly.

honestly, I'm too subtle,

knowing no one ever truly settles.

sadly, I'm just far too wary

an unmarked grave you'll have to bury.

infinitely, I'm a gamble,

not to be taken in amounts of ample.

not meant to be taken lightly,

but made to be held so fondly,

and truly, in all my honesty,

i am lovely. stupidly, dearly,

frequently lively for you,

all encased in a forest green hue.

i am highly aware of the stare you bless me with, lover.

your hues of verdant,

to which i am a servant,

nearly soften my grown bones.

breathless, i'm nearly blown.

an ode to the metamorphosis,

for i have shown every orifice.

obscene painted green,

i'll allow it to be seen.

this dance we take is subtle but loud,

vigorously performing for a two person crowd.

your steps aren't quiet,

but i never mind it,

and all the words said are vivacious but private.

and when the floors creak,

my mane becomes meek.

and i take two steps back to the wall,

in that way, you'll never know if I liked you at all.

well-cut keratin,

pure smooth satin.

wipe on the depth,

your pain that is kept,

is sticky.

paint in the shading,

blue hands are fading,

it's sneaky.

smells like a drug,

a grave that's been dug,

it's messy.

then the brush lifts,

the smoke slowly rifts,

into your imagery.

all is hell,

fairly swell,

when born heavy.

the purple-pink haze has settled.

your blue boy image now tattered.

cerulean skin slowly peeling,

white hot scars are revealing,

your blue-yellow soul in the clearing.

when your paragraphs turn into a sentence,

the once loud space now left with deafening silence,

does this mean it’s over?

when i struggle to look interesting,

and i find you slowly retreating,

i guess it is over.

but i still write you a letter,

and keep checking for answers,

i kind of wish it wasn’t.

chlorine skies

all purple and blue

burning my skin away

eating my soul like the devil

leaving me floating here astray

oh deep darkness, i pray

that the world won't end with me

lost in space

lost in the darkness

that no one will go to

i don't want to keep on seeing stars

that don't see me

i don't to want to float here alone

i don't want to be here

alone

souls dipped in chlorine,

bathing us from the color

we stained ourselves in.

ridding our limbs

from each others' memory.

bleaching our skin

from each others' misery.

it’s been days since you last came home.

the bread has turned stale,

the paint on the walls grew pale.

the chatter died down into whispers,

the fires dimmed down to the cinders,

and if you’re never really here,

should i still call it home?