Caution -- 5 September 2016

You’re a fucking mess of a person

You keep your secrets in your collarbone

And no matter how many bruises I leave behind

I cannot suck them out of you

Your face is a WARNING sign that I’ve always ignored

I trace your cheekbones with my fingertips, committing every curve to memory

And it burns

But I would take all the scars

All the blistered fingers for just a touch, just a taste of you

Maybe I just want to see if I can hold the flame

Maybe I just want to punch you in the mouth with my mouth

But regardless, my feelings, well

They don’t flee

The horrific part is that I’m comfortable enough to call this love

But no matter how hard I try

I cannot love mental illness away
Love doesn’t fix everything, but God it helps.

Kerosene -- 16 October 2016

My veins are filled with kerosene

Your breath tickles my face

And I ignite

I feel all my anger in my head

And my veins

And my hands

But I feel love in my chest

I’ve never been religious

But I see heaven when you touch me

With your cool hands on my overheated skin
And all I can think is god and yes