Nonsense

I write for you,
for I enjoy nothing more than you.

Sing to yourself
silly things.

Something calling?
Or are your ears ringing?

Alone, but with your own
kissing on the phone.

Hold yourself,
see who you are,

but breathe.
Who are we?

Hey, hey, my baby,
miss me.

You say,

“Stay away.”

I wish
to eat with you today

the best piece of art
in my art show.

I create,
but I think,

“My art cannot take me anywhere.”

Why not?

I cry to know how this
magic simply flows.

Why can’t I be alone
but carry you with me?

Who are you supposed to be to me?
Marry me?

I seek myself,
but can act ugly,
but try, aren’t we all the same?

I wish to kiss you goodnight,
make no sense,

shut up,

love me,

stop.

To create art,
by me,
for me,
explore, don’t
consume.

DO NOT CONSUME.

You are consuming…

Goddamn it.

Try again.
Stop rethinking.

Think and let it pass.
It is time to
marry me?

Who cares?
Fuck off,

run around,
almost drown and

do it again,

but kiss me goodnight

before you go
and tell me,

“Marry me.”

Good one.

Now try again.

Run on dirt,
up and down
and fall down.

Bleed blood,
obviously.
What else?

Giggle.
You’re bleeding!

Yes!

I can bleed!
The rocks have my blood on them!
Yay!
I can bleed!

Now get up
and finish your run.

On trail,
off.

Sleep.
You’re healed.
Remind yourself
that
you
can
bleed.
Smile! Be happy!

Shut up, it hurts.

Kiss my neck,
rub my legs,
look at me,
I love you,
brown tint, green look.

You are here
and I know.

Hey, hey, my, mine,

spin with me.

Get dizzy!

Get dizzy, dizzy, dizzy.

Remember the day of the week?
Me either

BECAUSE WE ARE DIZZY

Giggle, go slow.

Yes, oh, wow.

Kiss me.

Nerves.

Wow and would you look at that,

time to go?!

Yup, have to be there at 3.

Shut up.