and when you rain,
rain with grace
bring growth
not destruction

how to release your storms // a.s.m

oh, the way they lie
through glass lenses
for dollar signs
it isn’t true love
unless you apologize

show me something real
where the love hurts like i do
i don’t want fake tears

i want passion that burns
lovers to the ground
and dwindles down

and they emerge like phoenixes
from the dust.

the movies lie // a.s.m

i say i’ll be back soon
knowing full well
soon may not be soon
enough

no matter if it’s now
or in your final moments

it is going to break
my heart, i know
i am denying the inevitable

whether or not this is the last time,
i must learn to say goodbye

how do you say goodbye when you know it may be your last time? // a.s.m

forgiveness is falling from
the sky
pushing dirt and gravel
down the streets,
singing.

and i stand outside
mouth and heart open
wide and let it
drench me, inside
and out

clean and
consume me.

and as it permeates my skin,
i will not fight it
but let it in.

i’m ready to forgive // a.s.m

lost in space
& time

the look in your eyes
the static
of your skin
touching mine

& like a universe
ever-expanding, this sense of

eternity pulls
at me, magnetic
& dizzying.

eternity (with you) // a.s.m

this story is being written

over me
fingerprints, bruises
a spill of cells that swim
upward

through me
delivering

life that wasn’t here
to begin
with.
is it
mine?

a.s.m

i buried my bruises
in an unmarked grave
bouquets, hues of
blacks and blues and
greens
and as i recall each one
you’ve given me, i decide
it’s time for
a proper burial

peace of mind // a.s.m

Living

wingedpiglets:

is there a right way to do it?
These days,
I have lost myself:
not in the highs, the news telecasts,
or her eyes.
In a moment.
I am
somewhere in the universe.
I am
every episode of Friends, yesterday’s breakfast burrito,
every 3 a.m. conversation.
I am.
I have shattered myself
into a million tiny pieces,
and it is scary but
liberating.

please don’t love me.
nobody knows better
than i,
it will be a waste of time.
i’d love your eyes more than
any eyes in my life,
i’d lose myself in them
for weeks at a time and
wake up hungover in
strange places.

well eyes // a.s.m