and I promise I’d give you the world,

forests and moonlight streams star

swallowing city streets we could

unravel it twisted and tangled, shake the

dust out of the dark corners and knit ourselves a

quilt of soft sunrises like crooked smiles let’s





(brand me Atlas and watch my shoulderblades

splinter, stare as I fall to my knees)


your words are fish hooks and I keep

biting biting biting I

rip open my gut but it’s okay cause you

are thunderclouds you are the tingle in the

soles of my feet on a mountain summit you

Are you Are you Are and I am



and I promise I’d give you the world,

as I promise myself I’d quit it with the fragile

pleas dressed up as poetry but once more I

prove myself a

Liar, Always.