Nameless

There's no loving to be had in words
nor are any of these feelings perforable
yet it is I that is boundless and riddled
would you dare to pursue
I would bleed before you

you said your words too late
now rests there another upon the surface
of such an encapsulated heart
that goes in directions like webbed streets
inside the cavernous realm, I exist

where such an unrest dwells
of singing lonely nights
turning between sheets
trying to picture just once
an enraptured exterior

yet failing, I untie the tangled shards
of what I thought would keep us together

In Lieu of  ----

dream about your little houses
little girls
with paint falling
insides breaking apart

let us bring home lovers
on cardboard furnitures
no televisions
nothing in the fridges

we'll call up friends
and have them over
to look at landscapes
that aren't really landscapes

let us look at them
a heart strapped down
onto a canvas
to have drinks over

broken lives and hearts
still beating and breathing
unconcerned with the worn out tears
over worn out hopes

we'll come out on top
just like we always do
in the spaces meant
for an occupant of one

why won't you blend?
notwithstanding my ability
to pick up this utensil
and spread around
such qualities
as in your eyes
you're despondent
as I am despondent
and I've half a mind to
tear into pieces
what these satire eyes
reflect back into me

hey
tell me that you love me
and that this fashionable display
is enough to sway your
dissecting eyes
that these intracate qualities
check off the checklist
you have so wittingly forged
to ensure
that your pants stay happy

just
in the lonely-mean-time
ensure me
my happiness in this endeavor
in the form of a checklist
of my own
(I don't really care about my pants)

I'll drink it like liquid shots drowned
quietly down and into me
so that it sets me to fire
all over and on the inside

when I wake up breathing alive
in such scraping shards tangled -
of whatever is left of me
you fill these broken places

and I find myself whole inside you - when you're
weighing down on me into the mattress
when I'm sunken in and throwing punches
making cuts and lines to what is exposed

buried still under the underneath parts
covered and broken, embracing
friction sets a motion -
flailing limbs and holding breaths