you remind me

of water in the kettle,

fragments of voice recordings

saying things like

i loved someone who

was never mine.

you search for silence

in a crowd of strangers,

not realising the only emptiness

is inside you,

a version of paradise

you never asked for.

romance in rhythm –

gripped in paroxysms

of alternating grief and terror;

how long until the hammer falls,

and it becomes

impossible to love you.

it is only here,

where the world is sinking,

that i think of all the time, all

the years of rain –

sometimes i weep,

sometimes i drink.

Then.

I wish for a better tomorrow

I don't know what 'better' truly is

But it has to be more than this

Now.

Now I long for days past

They were easier, simpler, less exhausting.

Is this all life is?

Changing and changing, never getting better and always getting worse?

Each day it feels like I'm getting better

Each day it feels like I've grown a little bit more

But when I compare tomorrow to back then,

I've sunken deeper,

Died a little bit more,

Rooted deeper into my problems

Tomorrow.

There is no growing.

There is no feeling better.

There is only worse and worst and then you're dead.

1 E N V Y

stretch my neck and scream at god:

"i'll tear you to shreds before i am gone!"

"jealousy, jealousy, fuck you all!"

"kiss on you, piss on you"- farther I fall.

2 G L U T T O N Y

eat your sins and eat your pride

stuff your feelings, quiet your lies

i deserve the beef, the bourbon, the bait.

donations for me, the starving will wait.

3 G R E E D

owe me for being around your dumb flock

for my kindness, quiet and poison sweet talk

i deserve your world, sour liquor and rum

it's never enough; i am queen, you are scum

4 L U S T

hold me close and tell me lies

i'm beautiful and you'll stay with my for life

lick, kick, tumble, tap

screw me; "SCREW YOU!"call it a wrap

5 P R I D E

stick me with your words

"i like it! it burns!"

destroy me, enjoy me, you can't change facts

you can't kill what i don't even have

6 S L O T H

run yourself ragged across hot broken glass

i laugh and scowl while sitting on my ass

stupid, boring; you do what you're told

let me lie, let me die; writhing in the cold

7 W R A T H

i hate you for the horns, tail and regrets

the pain running through hands, foot, chest

it grows, i shrink, i soak in your mad test

insanity!! profanity!! fuck it all, bullets for breakfast.

soft morning light:

    & i am naming my desires,

    settling back into my memories,

        kissing teenage girls by campfires

        & lying to my mother.

i do not admit to wanting,

    even as i wake up beside the river,

    spilling water from my chest,

        considering dreams

        of white birds & cathedrals.

watching women

    from across crowded rooms

    is not enough —

        so i move to the other side

        of town & drink there.

a tender rain passes

    over the sleeping city

    as i pace restless

        in & out

        of my childhood bedroom.

violence, then —

    i would have preferred a hurricane,

    someone real to love,

        not faceless, whom to lose

        would be unbearable.

Shall I compare thee to a tinder date?

Thou art more classy than those little hoes.

Shut them down and they'll have to masturbate,

But swipe ye left and I may never know.

Sometime too many selfies does one take,

Lack of literature adorn the shelves;

Instagram, Facebook, all socially fake,

Minds go numb; all too taken with ourselves.

But thy beauty and splendor is always,

In my minds eye, merely mention your name.

Too good for lips of guys who never stay.

How I go without you knowing the shame.

So long as you post, or you snap, or tweet,

So long live I to worship at your feet.

I was wet.

I was green.

I loved, and failed.

I'm no longer wet.

I'm no longer green.

Turns out, love doesn't care...

...as long as I'm willing to try again.