Daunting
The phrase we use to describe love
Or is it
Wait, rephrase
Reword
Question again
Is it daunting?
Is it in fact “love” we call this
This stuffiness
Can’t get off of our chests
This strange emotion
Twirls around grips tight
Waiting for the soft whisper
Of your smile
Beat it
Stops
Beat again
No, don’t stop
How am I for certain
Pain
No in the hollow but my abdominal
Sharp stab
Sewn back stitched over
Chased by the haunted
The mansion named hope
Snatch scratch
The bones are showing
The tears are acid green
Soaks and seeps through
Puff the poison
Lost in the woods
That mist blocking like angels’ wings
Tickles the inner most
The darkest hours
I am afraid of the good
The clear blue
Cleanse me
But I fear and agonize
It’s about getting there reaching
For what isn’t mine
To hold
“so what” she said
a rhetorical question
that’s what we talked about
in our conditions
memories flow out of our ears
but only me
picks up the pieces
thought they were gems
and then stepped on
just broken glasses
it’s the light the sun too strong
I should’ve stayed in the dark the corner
Lullaby
One to myself, mother earth
Hold me
Crumble as I roll off
The tip of the cloud
Eat out the silver lining
Happiness is too far
The miss-you’s
The knock, one two
Air
Breath it the hallucinogens
Trickles
Can no longer voice
Over and over and over and over and over
Daunting
Love
Or is it