sitting in the window ( Read more... )

the human condition ( Read more... )

he laughs when he's afraid,
& when he's happy

I fuck when I'm insecure
& when I'm horny

often I'm afraid
he's laughing
and we're fucking
each other

in my bed
in our brains

insecurity continues to plague
and I don't understand how 
"not-to-be-jealous"

"fuck you"
I say to him
"you already did"

he replies

nothing feels right today ( Read more... )

a behavior to replace a behavior,
she says

then why am I still awake? still obsessing?
worrying if I shouldn't have said
"are you going to have sex with me?"

moral scruples all over the place,
I'm sorry I
Just
Can't
Keep
My
Shirt
On
Anymore.

I just want a balance between him
and everyone else

how the fuck do I
make out with him
hang out with him
and not be bothered ( Read more... )

endless lists of ( Read more... )

words, repeated so often that their meaning is lost;
buried beneath convolution and convulsions,
the illness of mistrust,
the vomiting of insignificant idioms
the sickness of never-understanding
because-understanding-others-requires-an-understanding-of-self.

sadness pulls me deep this evening/morning
into the mind and hearts and lost souls of despair;
only ( Read more... )

no response, so I spend the evening drinking chamomile tea ( Read more... )

ninety-nine degrees (Fahrenheit ( Read more... )

I would like more compassion spread from stranger to stranger ( Read more... )