When I love-
when my love happens to a person
-a man-
it will be one hundred percent
it will be every day of the week.
It will be superglue
my body won't ache my head will not hurt
I will scream and yell and not fall down the mountains.
I will walk and run and not lose my breath.

He will be my blood tumbling through my veins in between my fingertips and behind my ears, and through my neck

I'm not as exciting as I sound
I'm not as nice as I look
and there is not one exotic thing about me.
Sorry if I lie sometimes.
I wouldn't love me
I wouldn't fall for me.
How could I expect that of anyone?
I smile smile smile for the cameras, and
dammit, I mean this. When I say I want
things cold, it's because that's the way I'm
used to them.
I love God in the cold. When we die we are cold,
and if we ever stop moving we are gonna be cold.
I used to laugh once.
Everything was glittery...
Beloved, nothing is simple or at all for certain.
The virgins cry, chaste as ice
the hollow cry through broken nights
and the joyful cry behind their eyes.
Only the plastic and the pale will survive this.