• a game

    sit down

  • two stops, and then we’re home

    parallel peaces

  • storms

    like no beggar, you give

  • apathy ii

    no matter how much I wish to ignore you & vice versa: you might as well be by my side on the edge of the bathtubyour hands on My bare skingently tracing the beating tendrils of my heart.

  • apathy

    i hate that we know each other. i hate thatin ways that i can’t speak,you are my tongue. i hate that you saw me and thati saw you and i hate that you hatethat we never had a chance. ihatethat we have only been aloneand i hate that you were the first tobreak that fate.…

  • promise

    …& it became burnt into me, likeyour smoldering cigars — knowing with its scent. we are talking in the way that disappoints no one:i stay silent and you get angry,neither of us saying goodbye.i am playing what was your favorite vinyl:“loneliness is a crime…a crime, a crime…”& it became burnt into me.

  • you & regrets

    she asks you, “have your regrets begun?” & you, you, you; you say: “no,” because it is what she expects of you. “they won’t, because i don’t regret what i did, what i’ll do, what i’ll have done and have did for whatever you want from me,” because it is what she expects of you.…

  • she

    god dammit

  • wanderer running down the river styx

    “i don’t know what to say to that” get in line

  • matches pt. 1

    you are everything but the flame