I
This shirt tells me to leave the city, and I want to say that as much as I breathe the words,
I Hate Him, oh no, I don't at all.
"What you did was shitty"
insensitive
inconsiderate
wait a minute -- If I have learned anything from this past year it is how to get out of a trap. Suppose the machine shouldn't work? It'll Work. It always works.
But no, no no no no no. I love and support you because I understand the stifling hands of expectations you never wanted or the desperation when fingers, hearts, other body parts are unresponsive to NO.

II
Yes is what I said when the window was open and spring sang outside. Calls of, oh 15 more minutes. Lets meet at 5 instead. Books half read thrown from the bed and so many covers that didn't cover our warm bodies. His eyes like tide pool water I could see my hand 100 feet deep through. New. unexpected. Honest.

III
A love runs ventral down our spines, a river connected instead of in between. She, blonde haired with fireworks in her throat, sparklers for eyes. empathize. Like an old tradition of the soul, solely in her mouthwords, folk music spills over the hills of Hanover Indiana. As much as I had wanted to pull my root tips from this dry soil, Its all coming to me now. Its starting to pull apart and make sense.

IV Confessions on a napkin in a dressing room
Geneva is a Swiss brand of a Swiss watch that ticks twice as fast as any racing heartbeat. My mind is somewhere else; For that I say sorry. I am half blind and leave the window open,
open mouths and moans.
leave the blankets off, he leaves in the afternoon after building houses of sticks and lichen covered bark. Crawl off in the dark. And leaves, brown corpses when its turning into spring soon. but here, after three shows in a row, makeup caking, I feel like i could pass pass pass out, it up, by. If there is anything that should be said though - it's sorry:
for Fucking up
for Failing at what im supposed to shine in
for Falling in almost love, again
for Fixing them up
for Forgetting just enough

V Confessions at 2:13 in the morning in my room when my foot is asleep
This is the right way.
He amazes me without needing to be a god in my eyes.
Meet me in the city.