inane complimentyour ponderous gaze on meleaves a lonely taste.
my art is vastlymore liberated than meslow imitation
you are beautifuluntil social mediatells me you are not.
teach me this my lovean easy sapphire currentslow glitter ripples
the droop of your necksorrow overwhelms my swanlet’s find a new song.
I am unbotheredthat you remain a skepticget out of my way.
tell me your secretsthis mind is a worthy vasefor roses and thorns.
this trauma bondingdisguised itself skillfullyas a love story.
if only I could
have amnesia for these wounds
the way you seem to.
high with my green crownyour guitar’s ruby notes sangI danced on the street.