#deeplystained

After dinner, we disappear and I make you into something you’re not. Give you soft eyes and a kind heart. You press your mouth into my neck like you need me more than oxygen itself, and I want to believe it. That you’d choose having this over breathing. Every time, in every life. I wish I’d worn sexier underwear. Wish you’d take off your face and just be naked with me. Our bodies slick with tears, trembling, unseparated by fabric. I wish we weren’t who we are. That I wasn’t sad. And you weren’t lost. You can’t look me in the eye so I don’t call you by your name. We slip and we stumble like tangled giants into my old twin-sized bed. We fuck like forgetting and you are beautiful, beautiful. Gut-wrenching beautiful underneath it all. Deeper than the hurt. Beneath your skin. Inside the inside of everything that glows.

How Dandelions Grow 06/14/15 A little boy picks a dandelion and, With all the power that A little boy's little lungs can muster, Sets free the tiniest of storms. A thousand fairies float through The springtime air, Propelled skyward by happiness and The most pure of all joys. The little boy imagines flying with the dandelion seeds. He spreads his arms and runs through Fields upon fields of flowers, Until the air is filled with clouds of magic. A child's giggles are eternal. The fields, blessed with laughter, Become filled with dandelions every spring. The little boy grows up, As little boys often do, And he becomes a man. He's fortunate enough to fall in love. They write poems for each other, and he Tells her all about his childhood, About dandelions. They build a house, surrounded by Fields upon fields of flowers. A little girl picks a dandelion and, With all the power that A little girl's little lungs can muster, Sets free the tiniest of storms. - Jack O'Neil