She asked if I was broken. I responded, “Pick a piece to ask”

A constellation surrounded by dark

Never gazed upon

Never traced with fingertips

Darkness that pollutes city lights I’ll never join the sky.

I glimmer shortly for heads hung low The glass unswept that sinks between concrete texture,

Covered by a single leaf of fall.

I’ve gripped the wind with pollen Yet, nothing seemed to bloom.

I’m two hands stuck at noon Moved in an instant from, to get time from someone else.

She asked me if I was broken.

I looked around and asked myself.

My heart murmured a new language as you escaped my peripheral, and became central vision. Sporadic syllables rendering rhythm, and I listened, for once. Unfamiliar, I was shuffling perspectives that fluttered to my throat. It was a terrifying moment hoping that the wrong one would fleet off my tongue, and fall to my feet. Even if so, I would blindly wave my hand just a bit above the ground for its friction, with a plumbline gaze. This clumsy fumble was avoided, for my heart could not be put into words. You could not be put into words. You were injected into my retina like an icepick, severing my frontal lobe, as my heart endured lobotomy love. If you do not see it, I hope it’s your hand on my chest that brings me back to life. Waving just above the ground as I fleet, and I hope you feel our friction. Here I am, waving back

Approaching an altar to lay my heart upon. Envy at all, not. For my legs will share the same blood run as the wooden alike. Sacrifice compromise, preparing for something natural cannot exist. I trust the suspended moment, my beating tissue is extended into, Murmuring I love you A label of romance can burden the obsessed critic. Communication is verbal in justification. A first kiss? Here, take my last breath. They can partner at first sight. Attraction is not the word, if I am at a loss for them. I stumble to my forever. Dripping until I drop. I won’t get back up.

I won’t give up falling.

Candle light dances off the hips of her silhouette Falling into an empty embrace, I realize it's just a shadow I've come to grips, that it's limbo death A single flame, I'll burn Forever. But then she grabs me from behind, and puts me out, now I'm at rest She's a Phoenix from my ashes, She's Genesis breathing life, She wipes the black around my eyes, Blinding darkness, seeing light Flesh to flesh, I can't detach Reborn, with no knowledge of separation All I know is her, she owns my first heart beat. And every one after. She lights a candle by the bed As I join her silhouette

I did it on purpose Ready to to catch her cup, in case it fell like we had Once. God, she is still beautiful. Eyes matcha green, met mocha brown A coffee smile stain free, and a PHD. And now I’m on one knee, My cup tilted with purpose. Oh, how I imagine.

4 years in love. Real Love.

I didn’t make her late for work. It’s too late to even try.

We’re tangled up on purpose, letting loose-ends unravel. I can only hope they continue to _ _ flare _ out._ I’m all caught up, but leave me be.

                     **I am an ****addict**

These days without you leave me strung out. My hands s a e __ _ h k_ when they aren’t against you. A flame dances with the tip of my cigarette. Nicotine limbo, until I get another hit.

           "_Staying alive was never my intention_"

days of withdrawals on repeat you’ve shattered all my reason

                       **Give me anything**

Red surrounds each iris CO2 saturated,

         "**_you’re a panic _****_attack._**"

Blood vessels constrict. I’m numb. My pulse on display of this cardboard torso. "Pleading" at every intersection,

             **_I was given the shirt off of a man’s back
                                It wiped detox from my eyes_**.

Pressure induced white noise galaxies. Blinks of lubrication, a subtle sniff A beggar slips away.

                       **Now I’ve given myself**