—poetry 1.

—i can feel the breeze come 

and i am sore and tired 

yet again my heart is nevermore 

you saunter in the back of my mind

—disciplinary manner residing in 

my skull caves , your footsteps so heavy 

nerves detaching 

don’t worry, you’ll reform them 

in your own delight 

—hazy feelings ache in my stomach 

your hands trembling in my brains 

maybe my heart will finally stop 

and all my sights will patronize you 

xodemo