I Lean In Where I See You Sway

since what went by was a lonely thing

and it never occurred to anybody

of what it could be and how it would leap

over there. over your head and into nothing

the abyss? is that nothing?

the cliffs? the subtle seas,

the long hard work days, the days when the sky is heavier

and it comes down to crush the rocks

the mountains too

I watch as they'd compress, it'd never occurred to anybody else

-s's.

the body

seldom do i look at my reflection in the mirror and see what i want to see.

but your eyes are blinking. your lips are moving. your lungs inhale and exhale. your heart beats.

know that thirty trillion cells make up your body. know that one trillion antibodies are fighting to keep you alive. know that stardust flows in your blood and makes you beautiful. so, so beautiful.

i love you because you’re alive.

i hope you love yourself, too. for being alive.

— no. 18 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.

I have a lot of ingenuity

I have a lot of questions between alternating waves of seawater and poison

I have become swept up under a darling cove

And darkness awoke, something I know

-s’s.

Now you’re fast asleep Now you’ve found some relief Listen more Now you’ve forgotten more than how much you knew You’re gone

you,

you’ve gone up

-s’s.

What I do

What I do is I compress all the love into a tiny spark

living in the firecracker, ready to take off

what I do is deny my obsession, and the eventual fall

-s's.

I wake up

and you

are singing in a million trees

get dressed

and you

have nobody left to envy

and you

see me for another time

and you

Say nothing

as you

walk past me

-s’s.

Listen to my song It plays a violin And it tries to take you away from me Darker than the storm I once let in It plays in my mind softly

-s’s.

you should know by now what a liar i can be, with two fingers crossed and whispering to you goodnight and sweet dreams, while i resist sleep in favor of picturing what tomorrow's abrupt entrance may bring—

what strength the dusty wind will blow with, what color of light the radiant sun will shine, what striking songs the birds will choose to sing,

or whether this heaviness will still weigh my life's sins on my heart and my mind,

and, maybe, what words from you will greet, from behind a waking veil, these still-sleepy morn eyes;

sweet

but evil

history

you’re the fable

that people need

you're so busy, so that's why

and she is busy, and I don't have to ask and they're also busy, they don’t have the time busy in life, busy tonight what is ‘busy’ for? you don't answer me at all what is your ‘busy’ for? busy with your own life are your friends busy with their lives, or are their lives yours? oh yours, yours, you never get bored what is your busy for?