10-22-16
Sing me to sleep
With the smell of
Cigarettes,
Pushed between pages
Of broken walls.
Speak softly
When the stars shine,
Because these houses can still hear,
And the galaxy has the spotlight.
Artificial energy
But natural smiles.
Show me that your scars
Are deeper
When they aren't physical.
Hide yourself in clouds of breath
And the ends of destruction,
The ones that keep getting cut shorter,
But the ends will always fray
In this town that isn't anything close
To desirable unless
You're an outsider
Or a streetwalker at midnight.
Sing me to sleep like guitar strings
Don't ever break,
And we aren't in the wrong
Time and place
To love the puddles in the pavement.
Sing me to sleep but don't say goodnight.

Headlights bring to vision
What lurks,
What hides,
And I can't dip behind buildings
And I can't run endlessly through
Alleyways.
The night is a safety,
But our time is divided,
And only bittersweetly lengthened
At all of the wrong times.
Who knew I could make memories
The way I used to,
But in entirely new settings?
That used to scare me,
But no mileage breaks this,
No distance breaks this.
The numbers are rolling over
Like your eyes did,
When you were drowning and
Floating
Somewhere far away inside of yourself,
A place of truth
But no mirrors,
So things don't quite click
But you nailed boards over the entrance.
You left half of yourself there, though,
Don't live an illusion.

Hold me close to your ribcage
And close to your secrets,
Close to the windshield
But hang me above the pavement
Like I'm art.

See through the lies of what you'd never call home,
But sweep between the hardwood and the subfloor,
So you're somewhere between our past lives,
And you'd understand all of this quite nicely,
But I question how much of a good thing that is.
You shouldn't have to know this.

Break me into tiny pieces
So the stars can all share me,
Because this town has met me now,
With a magnifying glass held up to
My every move.
So I slip into dark settings
And early nights
That cross boarders of time.
I'm marking the ground,
My shoe prints cover up the tracks
Of broken records
And shattered bottles,
I'm afraid it's too late,
That I've already burnt your hands to the first degree.
I cannot back away,
Because your tolerance says
This is comfortable.
This is the beginning
And we know that only leads
To frayed ends here.
But streets hold hobbies
Where I'm from,
And these nights hold potential
When we love them right.
- (m.m)

10-22-16
Set your drinks aside,
You've learned of sacrifice in love,
And how painful such a pretty word
Can feel.
You've fallen out of the muses of my work,
And I'm wondering how you even
Existed within it in the first place-
The dynamics confuse me.
Tell me how I could make these words
So secret,
But they were accidentally in your hands
And you didn't fucking drop them,
Tell me why you didn't do it.
It means something on both sides now.

What does it mean to have words
Be a suture?
I'm drunk on the melting of your
Electric charges,
As they decay your teeth
Like battery acid,
But God,
You're so beautiful,
The stars all light up to let me see.

Cool showers stain your skin blue,
Like the depths of pools
And the depths of eyes,
I've been staring down tiles,
But they don't hold answers,
Just lost time.

When you figure out how time heals
Everything, but nothing,
Call me
Halfway through a breakdown,
And tell me about how broken it is,
But this is one step closer
To it being over,
You'll say,
And you'll tell me you understand
The ways of the world
But cannot accept them
And I'll be there when it's all
Weighing down.
I'll be there because I'm not what they think I am,
And I've been through hell to stand here right now,
Let's share these ghosts.

Watch the traffic
From windows
And rooftops,
And graffiti
The walls with love,
Plaster the fuckers,
So I'll touch them lightly,
And we'll speak the same language.
- (m.m)

10-23-16
Let me go
But before you do,
Kiss me just once,
And that's all I could live off,
So long as you never cut these wires.

The images play out in my head
and I'm trying to find these plotlines
And alternate worlds,
But I've lost myself to a city
And some stars,
I'll be back late on my own terms.

Tell me we're more than flickering light
And embers,
That this fire doesn't stop burning
Across your skin like it does mine.
Tell me we're more than what we've spent time trying to recreate,
Because I know I haven't stopped holding my tongue.

Time aligns,
And we make new constellations,
But we don't forget.

We live to feel alive,
And in the end,
That's all we chase.
- (m.m)