florida

i hurt, i hurt

i hurt, i hurt

i want to give you something beautiful

i want to give you something to soothe your wounds

i want to give you something

i hurt, i hurt

i hurt, i hurt

something pink 

something like a shock of fire

i imagine your bodies now

gray paper thin

i hurt, i hurt

i hurt, i hurt

i want to pray for you

i want to give you lavender

for your nights of banging your head against the wall

for your nights of car crashes and cold sidewalks

for your iron sharp minds

for the iron cool metal of the gun

i hurt, i hurt

i hurt, i hurt

i want to pray for you

i want to give you something beautiful

(it's not enough.)

brunch

if he declared his love for you unlikely
what would you do hypothetically
accept it? or reject it?

she sits on the couch metaphorically
and waits for me to answer rhetorically

its pouring outside undeniably

i say i'd give it a try.

some part of me hopes that you cry.