PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

this sort of mindset is what will kill me

toxic reruns messy trials

slamming doors to you

now that I know what draws my blood black

demons that run in my tapping fingers

ghosts that run in my family

I’m forever chasing memory

but baby only the good ones this time

stay hungry stay gratified

in all the right ways

searching with you with shaky hands by moonlight

promise me we can get back there

and I will remember it all

crave you with a bottomless ache

make sure I can play it back

the frequency of slip tongue shiver

our best days but especially everything