More of the Truth

It's happening again...
it must be getting taken.
Someone must be stealing it.
With grace,
with ease,
with tender hands—
my heart is craddled in the chest of a man.
With tears,
with ache,
with lightings quake—
his love will only make me bitter and fake.

How much more truth could one want?
One day, love,
you're gonna be all I wish I never asked for.

A Little Love

I've been a little lost.
A bit loveless
and a little shamed.

Spent a few months too long in space.

A lot of too little consumes me.
I can't spit this blood from my mouth.
Proceeded by dusty tears
sandpaper on my lips
splinters in my gums
a pick in my brain
reminiscing how you're fucking terrible.