feel like water

over my mouth

barely awake

bleary eyed and

slowly revolving,

sorta revolting

i just want to curl

up. please

just give me what

i need. but no

i must work

i must work

i must work and i

will and i can

and it will be fine.

if i could be half

the woman you

are i would be so

whole and complete.

my courage is not 

ever enough

and my naive 

actions are quite enough.

COOL TUMBLERG

i don't know to talk.

i can't find the words

or the will.

i'm so rinsed and tired

and communications a gate i can't jump.

i'm not a show pony,

or a prize steed.

i'm like a little puppy that has had a big day.

i can't chase balls around a park for

hours and hours, and then still

play at home.

fuck everything i'm going to bed.

source

two images of you
are enough to last me.

not really i miss you
like i miss the feeling of
falling through infinity.

the infinite buzz of falling

into forever.

why do i feel so lonely when i'm alone
because i'm not actually
ever alone. because he is
here all the time around me
and with me and in my heart
of hearts.

can please have some
more photos of you?
two is not quite enough.

she's been taking out

the blood. she's been

bleeding you dry like

a sand bank.

i heard you couldn't

have children, couldn't

get all worked up. dry as

a sand bank.

i know you think it's

not true, but it is true

you'll never be more

beautiful than you were.

its the light, it highlights

the slow curves and

bows of your lips.

you could be a failure now.

you could be a failure now.

but you're not, 

and she's injecting blood

into your eye balls. trying to

get your waters moving,

inducing some kind of mediocre reaction.

(its all the media man, the media)

but the media didn't cause your dry sense of humor,

or the slowly burning tumor growing inside your chest

where you heart ought to be.

saucey