#teacup13

If the world is going to end let me meet love for once. I want to be chased in a field of roses where thorns dont bear pain. hold my cold palms or maybe sweaty How ever you find them.

let me see no other human But birds singing a love song Wind blowing and you fixed my hair. I'll help you with the twigs stuck in yours.

When the sunset tell me the dusk wont take us apart. let me gather some hay A little place for us to lay. I will sing for you in the night while the birds are asleep.

And drive my body

Into a dizzy dreamland

Where my schedules are followed in inverse

I knew and I promised it would be my last trip

But to no avail, you see

I'm tired for real

From trying myself

Trying my limits beyond stretchability

Exactly where nuclear bombs explode

It's nowhere near Nagasaki or Hiroshima though

As you possibly assumed

Y'all 'literal' freaks

It's where I seek love, even if only in its semblance

It's where I think life sprouts

And clouds sing

I'm tired, take me home

My clogs under my weight, pant

And I, under yours

I hear his voice

Where masculinity booms through

I offered him a seat

In my couch

And he offered me, on his crotch

Who am I then?

A host or a ghost?

I offered him a home

In my couch

Where my worries relax

Every afternoon

Post my gardening

I croon along the summer breeze

And I water my soppy saplings

And they all go to sleep

Except the snake-plants

I shamble around with my sorrows

And I knit them into my winter-wears

And inside our dak-bungalow

I let these silly sorrows play around

With my kittens as they seep silently in

Through my woody windows

I feed them sunlight

And crumbs of my broken soul

And I let them sleep under my

Queen-size bed with no sleep on it at all

Run away and go wild

Forget everything like nothing happens.

I wanna go to places where i am a stranger

Where no one ask me how and why

Where there's no what ifs and maybes

I want to escape in a place where there's only me

A perfect day in the summer, she’s that kind of comfort. The type of comfort that she so subtly conveys that inevitably she’s here to stay. Making me love her more and more everyday.

Pouring forth effort towards her, simply just so she feels comfort. The lack of consistency and authenticity throughout her life brings a concern that comes flooding in relentlessly.

My lovely flower, I’ll do all in my power to give you what you deserve.

We mistaken our own self worth all for a false sense of comfort. It’s a war being stuck in our own ways, I concur, that we recoil to any sort of change or discomfort.

All built up from resentment, heartache and false hope caused by the deranged. The narcissistically insane whom love to just watch the world burn. Don’t worry they will get their turn in the end , left riddled with regret.

No matter the anxiety, no matter the depression. Don’t look at me telling yourself you’re undeserving. With all of my being, whole heartedly, I will do my best to show you love and protection.

Im constantly lost in the pansies and lilies, daydreaming and writing poetry.

You do something to me where it’s like I’m forgetting what life was like before us ever meeting.

From the sunny days to the rainy days, my arms are where you’ll lay. Feeling you’re full of rage and need to complain?

I’m here to stay.

I’ll do anything for my delicate flower.

What was once just mine and hers become ours. Staying up for hours and annoying you about Star Wars and marvel super powers.

I always find comfort in her laughter.

I’m an over thinker, but I will not allow myself to be defined by fear anymore.

Nothing great came without taking risks and I had lost faith in “love.” Now, You’ve got me convinced, you are who I trust. I’m here for the good times and I’m here for the worst.

I’ll be here, providing you comfort.

Signed,

Those Meaningful Words

Sacrifice

Sacrifice your pride, So that we can walk together side by side. Sacrifice your fear, To protect those we hold dear. Sacrifice the time, You can play games, watch TV, prowl the computer anytime. Sacrifice the bigotry, We all come from the same tree. Sacrifice your greed, Give so others may succeed. Sacrifice your anger and hate. That’s not from above. So that others can heal, and know true love Sacrifice everything to which your life is hitched So that those close may be rich Sacrifice your all Let go the weight ‘less you fall Sacrifice your ‘good’ life So others may live free from strife Sacrifice as God sacrificed all Sacrificed to save us from the fall

She sings in Spanish while you sleep in the backseat

Your body awkward like a horse’s

A choppy haircut and your arms soft like Italian sausage

You wanted to love like you wanted to be loved

But you are an oil spill,

everything you touch dies a horrible death.

In your dreams, he sleeps in your arms

In real life the boxcutter shines in daylight

Like a secret you couldn’t hide.

This terrible thing tears you apart

Your body spilled like a stain across the seat

Your body full like a garbage dump

And angels buzz around like blackflies

Like the one thing you wanted, and couldn’t keep.

Nude in pictures

And your perfume gives you a headache

Kissing - like this - just this terrible gutworm eating your mind

Terribly screaming inside your terrible mind

Like the thing you can’t kill.

Corazón means heart

am his mother,

sat on the edge of the mattress and shaking.

Here I am without my weapons

fresh from wars in empty houses

bloodied for an inch of this tender.

I forget the younger girl, The one who was

mud-beloved and quiet. I tuck her

into other dreams so I can evil myself into ordinary bed times

alarm clock grenades

bird call emergency

sirens.

At my core there is this-

I carve myself naked down to the

bone for one final striptease,

sleep on top of his

unmarked grave.

I am the spear

he sharpened me into,

greedy for the finale of sliding down a