kisses are misses; failed attempts



of connecting




at an
emotional level. Purse your lips


{like this} and lean in close, closer,


congratulations! you’ve made contact.

i was thirteen when i
missed
first.
then fifteen when a red





head stuck his tongue in my words.
sixteen when I realized that {kiss}ing was just like swapping
spittle droplets and occasionally

gum. ( gross?)

Three hundred

and two
Txt messages on my
blue flip phone:
A: I wonder
B: what to
C: say so I
D: think nothing
E: might just Be
F: Best.

lost i am you say i was
falling.
from a grace i dont
believe.
exists at all because
calling.
god never worked for
me.
--- ---- ---- -- ------- ----- --- > trickle




trickle





Post





Ex





Eating disorder.

samson.

Darkness overshadows what is there
Like a meadow lark it sings false prayers
Fluttering with each heart beat it turn
Unwittingly the forced student learns

That the
Darkness boils and fills with puss
Leaving the shadowed filled with lust
And pain fills the bottom of the shoes
That walked thirty three miles to breathe with you.

_----_-----_----_-> ( I don’t like my poetry to rhyme
because my thoughts already rhyme.)

darkness darkness all around
do you hear that sound?
of the pretty girl who
calls you love, of the pretty
boy who calls you love
of the pretty world who
Calls you love,



No-
It echoes in your darkness.