Goodnight My Love

You are the sleeper,
I am the bed.
You come when you’re tired
to rest your head.

No matter where you’ve gone
or for how long.
If you’ve laid in other beds,
or refused to rest at all.

Arm’s Length

I created all these words, hoping you
would want one,
keep one, and
beg for more.

But the more I said, the less
you cared. And the more I cared, the less
you said. The less you showed, the more
I wrote—

The Man Who’s Only Purpose Was to Inspire My Art

What if,
every encounter we ever had
was for my art?

What if,
your only purpose on earth—the only fame you would receive—
was to be my muse, inspiring me to mania?