I had four dreams in a row
where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire.

… this moment
an elegy for all moments, a warrant of
desire edged in gilt haze, in salt fire.

Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.

You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

The more you love me, the more I will ruin you. I will take my darkness and I will push it inside you.

The girl is infectious human waste, and she’s confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won’t commit to anything.

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

To love is to undress our names.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.