LOVE-Original-LIT

I am trying to cover my sadness with words. Tape them against my scars & wear them like worthy paper cuts.  My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing wounds of my own making. Sometimes, I wish I could hide behind them forever. But not even this journeyed flesh can stand castle strong against speechless ink stains. I know the code.  This body does not deserve a warriors death.  & poetry, you're a monster— a creative monster, but evil nonetheless. I wish to string you into knots, force feed you down the throats of others.  De-format you & leave you empty; freeversed- to hang loosely along the heartstrings of strangers

 Officer Ramsey entered the interrogation room. A man sat in front of him, or really more of a boy, barely seventeen. It was hard to think of him as a boy, given what he had done. Ramsey sat down, shifting his flabby bulk uncomfortably on the too small chair. A large steel table separated him from a thin teenager, whose thick blond hair sat in a greasy tangle atop his head. The boy fidgeted nervously, his eyes focusing on a blank spot in the room as he bit his lower lip, barely acknowledging Ramey’s presence. Immediately, the disorder shown by the boy’s appearance sickened Ramsey. His eyes shone with a chaos that went against ev

I opened a book and there on the page Flattened and dead and ancient Was a fruit fly, like a flower pressed there. I had to pick it off the paper with my nail Like it was a scab on skin, like That fly fell in love with that paper And just couldn't let go. Death and love go together the same way that Love and everything go together Once you've fallen hard enough. Hit your head. Then everything floats through you in this Same weird hue, Like a smell you can see through And it smells like him. And he's the only thing that will come out of your fingertips When you pick up a pen to write, and he's there Every time you find a window with a face