FRICTION

every single night
spent staring red eyed at the ceiling in
gritted tooth revulsion at the thought of you
hissing cheap vodka confession into my skin

mine is firecracker existence
magnesium boned gunpowder insomniac
holding match heads to your grating sandpaper
LOVE



xoxo

Sun and Moon

i'm jealous of the sun
for it sees your messy hair
wringkled clothes
morning eyes
and tired yawns

i'm more jealous of the moon, though
for it sees you at your worst
when you're alone
just you and your thoughts
at midnite
and there's no hero to save you
as you're eaten alive
by the worries that plague you
and you're at your worst
but you're also at your simplest
when you are the most truthful
and week
and strong
and handsome