better now

Perhaps God rains on cigarettes and puts gravity up to shattering handles because he likes to see you laugh. You're lungs are prettier when your not setting them on fire and your liver likes it better when you don't drink so much. You say you dream of swimming in Greek oceans when your wrinkled but your family ages slowly and it looks like you're going to die young, love. If you keep on practicing drawing straight lines with razor blades on your body you might learn to like it and cut too deep tomorrow; your wrists don't make good canvases and your medium clots too often.

Fluorescent Freckles

I had been gazing at the creases under your eyes,

focusing on

your fluorescent freckles

before my lips caught yours

and you sailed me to ecstasy

that night even the stars above us couldn't shine

brighter than

the supernovas in your irises

me melting all over you

holding your shield of a chest in my palms

you in

the softest parts of me

calling me baby

the ocean at my feet and your hands in my hair

Aphrodite's approval shining over the both of us

thank you  

Ink

You dipped your hands in black ink

in order to paint yourself a shade of esoteric

your ivory white wouldn't allow

you find beauty in unique, only 

I find beauty in only you

cant help it

always been infatuated with the ones

who

mutilate their finger knuckles for the sake of a pretty picture

you artists got it bad 

and 

it's got me good

I'm wrapped all the way around your rib cage 

and I can feel you move even when you're 

physically 

so

      fucking 

                   far

                          away.

crazy

Stretching to comfort the one who keeps me up all night

worker bees don't ask for what they deserve

but they are tired

of excuses

im tired too

of swimming oceans for boys who wouldn't jump over puddles for me

of scraping my palms trying to catch myself

but I am the one who jumped after all

shouldn't have dragged them down too

I'm fat with honey, honey

I am the queen

took stinging like a bee to literally and tried my best to

metaphorically pour vinegar in the wounds of the ones

who

wounded

me

standing in his shoes I'd have done the same

hypocrisy lives beyond what you do when you point your fingers

it's what you would do too

the problem isn't

hurting him because

he hurt me

its hurting them when

they never did

all they've ever done is

help me

1st

California rain is like

the good boy

it doesn't fuck you

its
   falls

       all

         over

                 you

makes love with you

its sounds are sweet

and its touch cold

gentle enough though

to warm you

with its genuineness

but like the kiss

the rain leaves

the rain returns but never quite as good

as

the first time