Crayons

I wonder how many crayons I broke in half
attempting to draw the perfect picture.

One that looks so life-like.

Attempting to color you back in my life like

this rainbow never used to be black and white.

I’ve become sketches and outlines.

This plateau used to be alpines.

If I Never Met You

To love and have lost is better than to have never have loved at all.
But if I never tasted chocolate I wouldn’t know what I was missing.

If I never had sex I would still be satisfied with kissing 

If I never took a breath I wouldn’t care to go fishing.

And if I never saw it straight would the Leaning Tower be tipping?

I wished I never knew the sun so these rainy days were normal.

As each drop fell I would enjoy the way it ruptured as it made contact with my skin

I wished my love never adorned you so the undressing was less formal.

Imagine rough skin casually peeled off so I could truly love you from within

Bitch

I don’t want to call you a bitch

But you threw fits
And you threw fists,
So the shoe fits.
You threw those too
The four fit so easily.
Wait no, you forfeit so easily.
And you did that two times too..
Gave up so easily.
All of the shit you said you see in me,
Maybe it was just the scenery
Because you gave up so easily