If ever I was broken
I've forgotten now
Seems as if I always was
This way

If ever I am torn,
As I am so often,
I will stitch myself back together
With an inconsistent understanding
Of how life works

Without, Within

No trace of your touch remains on my skin
Nowhere left in my hair that you hands have lingered
All of you is removed from me


All that's left now is this lightness of breath
An odd determination to live with my heart split open
A voice (of you) that urges me on, go on, don't stop, don't look back

Unsettled

This is not nothing
Every word I eke out is something

Every breath I manage in succession
Every step, in any direction

All of this, proof
Of something

Maybe it isn't enough
Probably, I don't know
How to do things any different

But never believe that I haven't tried
Don't belittle the strength it took for me
to do more than nothing

No secrets, no tricks up my sleeve
No fancy displays to attract your attention
Ugly and clumsy it may be, yet I show you
My everything

Swan Song

I live instinctively
following the pull of the seasons
fiercely protective of my heart
unable to tell of it's inner workings
though my body shows a simple version
of that which my mind is complicated by

through air and water
my movements are unrestrained
perhaps I cannot tell you why
until I reach the end
yet, follow me as I follow you
and we shall live
as we are born to

Right Me

tear apart all that I was, throw away what I'm not, build me up again in my own image

Flesh Of My Flesh, Heart of My Own

I love your bones, the
way they knit back together
when you've been broken

I adore the way
your veins hold up against
the rushing of blood

Skin and hair, tissue
wrapping up a gift
of perseverance

ache and pain

most days I don't want to live beyond the feel of you
pushing into my skin, pressing into my heart
heavy, is this desire; this thing too vast to name
fist in mouth, I hold back my yearning
only wanting you, to bring me to the edge
the farthest reaches of this life within