I'm in love, but not with anything.

Feeling lonely,
or am I just
alone?
I don’t know.
All these emotions
like someone else’s
dream.
I’m in love
but not with anything.
I’ll lie
you’ll bleed for me
and in the end
we’ll all think
it’s funny.
Maybe someone
won’t break me.
Yeah, I think
that’s the thing
I’m crying for,
tonight.
Pipes and too
much wine
have me turned
inside out.
Ready to go back
to being
inhuman.
No more emotion.
No more sympathy.

Climbing to the shoulders

Never solid, never whole.
Only wanting you with
a whole host of expectations.
Waiting for a man as tall
as the mountains to match,
look me in the eyes.
And there's the crutch,
climbing to the shoulders
of the giants is too high.

Quicksilver & Light

I do not know
how any light
escaped his eyes.
They were dark
and beautiful,
filled with
quicksilver and
a thousand stars.
There must be a
universe within him
I cannot see,
but I know
the brilliance
of galaxies
through his gaze.

Kelvin

A universe undone
(this is cold, this is Kelvin)
by all the decay time takes
and stops.

Within silence lives
(this is old, this is aging)
a solid universe we have seen
in dreams.

Air is stone.
Fire has stopped.
The End is Ice.
The Earth a Stone.