habits
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I have done it before
I won’t do it again
I don’t know my limits
But I’ll pretend
This world that doesn’t revolve around me,
Dear Older Woman in the Grocery Store,
I am your cashier.
I scan your cookies, your cakes, your medications;
I make polite conversation, delicately choosing my words
As you delicately chose and scribbled each item
A twist of the limbs off the tree makes an entire population cry.
For plants do not matter, but the tongues that leave a worse bite.
Eyes are decieving to one's own set,
They roam off to quickly than the breaths we emit.
My nails finally grew
To one millimeter plus two
They were crooked and uneven,
But man, was I so proud.
My sister has talons
That they would love in salons,
But I'll say it was nice to see
I want to know all of your little habits.
I want to know what it’s like
To be next to you when you sleep.
I want to know how
You sing in the shower,
Do not love a man who drinks as if he is invincible (but complains about the hangover);
“What could we change if I offered to help?”Take note of this thought. Tape it to walls.Stick this to billboards and light postsand maybe the back of your head of you're bald!
Explain to me the difference between a house and a home,
I've tried all alone but only to find it's not in my bones,
I'm deep,
Deeply lost,
Deeply sorry,
Sorry for what I am,
Sorry for what I do,
Hi mister
how did you enter my room
my room says girls only at the door so thats why he goes through the window
how was your day his cold breath asks .
my day was beautiful it snowed ,
Habits Never Die
Promises.
Broken.
It's not a contract;
you can renew.
You say it once.
You break it twice.
Guilt has tainted you.
No time to lament.
It's done.
You are Newports on any day
smoke fuming from the sleeves of a military jacket
coiling like dragon's breath in moonlit air
