Ice tastes better from a glass but you can’t bear to part with plastic. I cannot for the life of me understand why you keep your room so cold. The window open, the fan blowing. It’s set on high and you sleep undisturbed, unmoved, and unflawed. Splashed across the face of your television is a glossy reality that is anything but. When will you learn that life viewed through rose colored glasses is not a life at all? Worn tight around your finger is that ring you bought at the market eight Sundays ago. Impure metal, as I said, will stain you. But that’s you, isn’t it? Constantly going for the gold, but getting only green. The barren, glaring space beside you will soon be filled. It’s love that you seek, but it’s merely warmth that you’ll find. Goodbyes were always difficult between us, so I’ll say it to your sleeping face. Goodbye. I hope the world is kind to you.

Entering Your Room at 3:23 AM

Living in green and blue hues,
we’ll drink until we’re dry.
You asked me for tea,
something herbal,
and I brought you a beer.
What we have isn’t love,
it’s infatuation.
And I am just fine with that.

You Look French

Being with you was like tying a weight to both my feet and leaping into the ocean. Even If I could release myself from you, I’d drown before reaching the surface.

Sink

And some days
I don't want to die
But rather
Dissolve
Sublimate
Melt
Until I am one with the air
That which you breathe
That which sustains
All that is life giving
All that is pure
In it,
Through me;
A wish.

Fuck me in The Creation Museum in Petersburg, Kentucky. We’ll rut around in the artificial grass, taking in the beautiful world God created just 6000 years ago. Adam & Eve will pass us knowing glances and smiles while a velociraptor stands idly by, chewing on greenery. I know He says it’s an Abomination, but you’re just so god damned cute and the talking snake says it’s cool. When we’re finished, Eve will ask if we’re hungry. She’ll hand me a shining red apple.

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