Leaves of Me

Pull it off the branch,
rub it between your fingers
and the green will cling
to the ridges on your fingers,
seep into your pores
and take you with it
as it decomposes.
Leaves don’t climb
back onto trees,
but I want to climb
back into your arms.

Makeup and Sweatbands Don't Cover Enough

Love is not like anything
especially a fucking knife.
-I’m a Fake by The Used

Small snags and snarls along
the way pushing me further
further further away
from my friends family and God

Small snags and snarls like
mosquitoes buzzing around
my head, that I use a lighter
and a can of aerosol to kill

Small snags and snarls on
my arm that if you paid attention
you’d realize they were
knife marks.

You’re too busy watching
the way I move and do my hair
while the small snags and snarls
scream, Look at me, look at me now.
I’m a fake. I’m a fake. I’m a fake. I’m a fake.

Tunneler

I’ve been digging holes since you’ve been gone. 
If I had your hands to hold, would I drop the shovel? 
Or would I keep digging, making the distance between us 
that much larger? 

I’m willing to cut my legs off at the knees 
to be deeper in this whole where I tell myself I find happiness. 
About the only thing I can say for myself 
is that I’m sober.