Something about loving you,Makes me hate something about myself,And how I wish this didn't sound likeA teenager's Instagram post.
I do not think about it,Awake as I am,I am a wake,A vigil over sleep,My vigilant sleeplessness.
I admit it.My lack of romantic sense,My inability to form connections,My heart's cold distance,Unintended cruelty dispensed. But I never lied when I said "I love you."
The cold sheet precipitates,Chance meetings and glances,Lips that speak of unhealed wounds,Lost loves and last chances.
Gothic fantasy prayer,Cold fingers crossed under moonlight,Grown heavy with memory,"Words without thoughts"; endless night.
It's not that I'd forgotten it, Nor ignored what day it is, The words just failed to form aloud, Made mute by my cowardice. What do we do with these wishes, When they fail to come to true, Are they abandoned in dark holes, Or trashed as broken things do? Maybe I can't fathom a … Continue reading (Belated) Birthday Wishes
I dreamt a strange lie,My mouth against your neck,And you turned your head to sigh,Eyes closed, hair mussed,Whispering, "I thought you died."
I've a bit of broken in me,I'm not sure what it is,But it doesn't really hurt either,Time is the healer of all wounds,But what can repair the damage,Of a thing supposed to be broken?
Her toes curled in her damp socks, drying in front of the little space heater beneath her desk. A cup of coffee-milk (to call it milk-coffee was to stretch towards fantasy) moved around her face: first to her left cheek, then her forehead, over to the right cheek, her lips, and then back again in … Continue reading Settling in with the Setting Sun
I wish I forgave you your faults,And perhaps been more aware of mine,But I'm a coward,And left you behind,So this poem has no purpose,Just a reminder that I fucked up,And the fault was entirely mine.