When I am alone
it swirls inside of me...
I saw her across a
field of sun...
what do you call the
'what ifs...
I wish I could
find the crack...
I would like to take your serration
and run it over the tender part...
The birds flock
in the brisk October sky...
Sometimes in the quiet
slither of evening...
If I could,
I would surgically remove you...
I thought
for a second...
Just tell me
who you want me to be...
I feel the weight
of you...
my lips
are dry like bones...