crossfire of these days

I carry this body in pieces,
the creak of my joints
as rhythm,
the collapse of my lungs
as weight,
the snap of my neck
as finality,
my heart black ashes
in the crossfire
of these long days just waiting
to be over.

One Thing

I want you to know one thing
about this
about me
about how I feel about you
but more importantly how I wish you would feel about me
because if you smile then laugh, say that I'm great
say that I'm funny
say that you love me
even if I can never become your lover
so please, can you humor me for a day
for an hour
for a minute
for a second frozen in time
pretend that you love me to the end of the world and that your love will never change or waver
pretend that you are mine
because I am already yours and have been long before
you've known it
yet this is wishful thinking
a dream that I can't escape from and sometimes I wish it was over.
Yet I want you to know this
before this dream has ended and we go back to reality
know that I love you and pretend that you love me
just for a second to humor me.

Then we can go back to being
friends.

Bald Moon

You know I dream of a
bald moon,
pale in the remnants of a sickness
floating on the surface of the skin,
frothing within the veins
and piling high behind my eyelids.
I'll pool in the blood,
mark 'cross the darkness
as I step forwards across the hollow bridge
while the soft
sick sounds of reality snapping
echo around my flesh and
through the hollow curves of my bones until
I'm dying
again and again
within the sheets of a murder,
all white,
all damned,
slowly smoked apart and served
upon glass dished with the semblance of
your screams.

You know I wish that this
was over.