i like to stay in the bath watching
all the warm water go
and seeing my skin, so peach
crayon peach
these blue walls
complement.

& i've settled my accounts.
in heart and head.
i heard everything
suffered enough
back to the south i will return.
slow drawl speak
and simple pleasures.

it isn't that i don't love your words ( Read more... )

your skin to tell my secrets in ( Read more... )

[bitter]sweet dreams, sick mornings.

i am trying to recreate
the shape your body makes
with pillows

leaving clothes on the bed
tricks me into thinking the weight
is you.

but nothing can convince me
& sleeping without spooning
clutching my ny-ny close
leaves me so near the edge

our fingerprints all over this city
because our footsteps have taken
us on tours of neighborhoods
streets where i know nothing but
that i walked it with you.

& all that comes back.
everytime.
always.
all ways.

can it continue to lead to you?

i don't regret a thing.
not a single tingle of a thing.
not a simple hello.
not a long goodbye.

i don't regret any part of this.
it is worth noting
that nothing
nothing
nothing
is going to stand in the place
of you
or me in you
or us in us.

& believing
in what is meant
to be serves as hope.

http://www.hazelden.org/web/public/thought.view?catId=1904

 feeling a little shaking today
a little unsteady in matters
of the heart.
& head.

also gathering strength
from not being a stagnant stone
and rolling on.

i might feel better if i tried to throw up ( Read more... )