The Things I Can’t

Can’t lie

But I can deny in pursuit of maintaining peace

within the current of her minds river

I am a human sized nothing,

But the mask of my accord through her smile

Can’t lie

but I can admit in silence

How seeing your face makes me feel

How our laughs  blend together 

In sonic conjunction

Can’t lie

How I’m scared that if I come round 

I’ll never leave your space 

and you’ll never make me frown

and we could possibly

Very possibly

Stay conjoined for long enough

It effects us deeply in its significance 

Turtle Jaw

Holding Hands

Hope you choose to be my cohort

Hope you wanna say yes I’m in

Can’t say anything

If I let it spill out of me 

In a thick goopy mess

How it might never be the same

How within it we lose our amity

She’s silly for even thinking that

Because she dreams of premonitions 

Us 

Old 

Still smoking from alike means

Holding Hands

That’s my peace

Will I be in this chaos forever?