Orchestrate

Calm heart

Peaceful legs

Relaxed shoulders

Measure breathing 

Everything needs to be perfect

For when the Maesto arrives 

And begins the symphony 

Reminisce

A kiss blown into the wind

Wishes made with no falling stars

A love drawn and quartered

Yesterday only matters in history books 

Claimed

I've watched you for a year

Maybe more

Golden curls not quite masculine

Strong jawline not quite feminine

My perfect androgynous thing 

If the body holds the soul

Surely the blood 

Cradles it

Caresses it

Whips it to passion

And tonight I plan 

On holding your neck against my teeth

And stealing the ecstasy from

Your veins

Until the floor rushes up to us

And you finally whisper my name

Missing

When words become failures 

And actions become shipwrecks

Something the size of a speck

Is easily lost. 

Where did I put that soul?

The molten pitch

Blends everything together. 

I'm afraid it's lost.

But I'm more afraid

Because I don't really 

Want it back anymore. 

Deserted

I'm abandoned

Stranded

Left behind

And the lack of

Noise is 

Deafening 

Doubt

There is a monster under my bed

It rears its head from time to time

But this monster is gorgeous

And thin

And confident

She gloats at me with sparkling eyes

This monster feeds another monster

In my chest 

An internal monster that

Makes me feel isolated

Makes me feel lesser

Makes me feel ugly

And reminds me just how unloved I am 

afterFire

The cancerous soul

It needs 

It feeds 

It devours and grows

That blackened soul

That won't be contained

Won't be satiated 

Cannot be stopped

Until everything it touches turns 

To ash