Quick write

a box full of coincidences
sharp to dull
the variance
in your sad voice
dial tone
it's on
 repeat
where is the emotion?
where is all of the passion?

"i am"

i heard the soft whisper
but i see nothing of it in your eyes
let go
just let it all go
try and be
apprehended

again

i want to take you
i want to make you
i want to break you
and make you what you wanted to be last
night
spread across me
warm summer

i see a star
far off in the distance

she talks of a tracing pattern
she entrances me
she is not dead
she is not like the rest
given up to herself


i just want someone
real