in this pool of my own making

wetting my body, dampening myself

the heaviness of my clothes

ever increasing

but i’d rather feel

you wrap your towel around me

drying my soul

that we fall into

falling hard, falling fast

but sometimes

at the bottom of these wells

is a lukewarm water

that warms weary feet

stemmed with thorns

i guess you were one and the same

clueless to the sharpness

that littered your core

you tell me you love me

but i won’t lie

it’s hard to love

but when our skin touches

look, do you see what it does to me?

i could feel the shift in tectonic plates

so calmly

draining the sky

watering my plants

dousing my windows

cry if you need to cry

my room is open

where an act of love

in a world of fear

is both naivete

in the trope of

living intensely

it’s as if a high

comes from the chase

which always

inevitably ends

the pieces and playthings

all a mess on the floor

do you care

if we venture skylines

or stay home?

does it matter

we choose to be

the couple that says no?

is it wrong

to want to be boring

and bland

and unexciting

with you?

that sounds

so exciting

for me and only me

i’ll strum the strings

of your heart’s guitar

from sunrise

is just waiting

possibly until i die

to find a place

where i don’t have to change

towards the other side

where we pretend to be perfect

i want to see just how fake

it all really is

so show me

undress and let me

run the tips of my fingers

across your scars

they just so happen

to be the smoothest parts

of your skin

show me

i need to know

but if you can find something

worthwhile in me then i’ll feel

every rapture and every rebirth

the dreams i’ve had

in the woken world

is crawling into my skin

setting me on fire

awakening my heart

alarms are going off

the firefighters are coming

protect yourself

and all that you are

all that you long

younger me

im sorry i left you

in the corner

waiting

for so long

my back is no longer

turned to you

younger me

i didnt know

i was hearing you cry

im sorry i left you

waiting

again

i remember high school

but i dont remember you

did they love me?

did they mean it when they said

i was special?

because they arent here

anymore

im sorry

to the younger me

you dont belong in

a bed of flowers

you belong here

i wrapped my arms around you

underneath white sheets

i reached for the forbidden fruit

and simply let it’s warmth

trickle throughout

my entire body

and then