Pressure

What eyes see,

Can’t see what needs to be.

Dripping and tapping on eaves,

You’re not welcome.

Don’t say my name, 

Don’t follow me out.

Leave,

You’re not welcome.

Grabbing and surrounding,

I cannot escape. 

Go to peace,

You’re not welcome.

Strokes

Flesh flickers on surface,

Soft strokes,

Sweet cool and warm tones,

Captured to a tether,

Salt tones envelope.

Burn so sweetly to canvas.

A finished painting.

Dust

There is something so cold in our actions now.

We act like nothing has changed,

But inside I’m dying.

I care far too much far too fast,

And I was never something you thought would last. 

You talk to her more than me now,

We were so close,

I felt safe,

I could tell you anything.

Now I can barely look at you,

She tells you anything.

I was nothing but a fling.

You are everything I’ve ever wanted,

A gentle soul,

Thoughts about the world overflow from your lips,

A really bad kiss.

Sweet touches let me know you care,

When you smile the whole world lights up for you,

I look constantly for a glimpse 

I will wait out storms,

Even if you don't care,

I will be here till the end of this.

Ask me to follow,

I would follow until the Earth was nothing but dust beneath us.

If only you wanted me to.

Shots

Slipping down your throat,
Twisting down the pipe.
Thoughts blur like mud,
Intentions go to hell.
Pour some more.

Shoot the line,
I don't have a room.
Can I go home with you?