I miss the warm days of youth,Of being a fool in love,But these cold days aren't so bad.Quiet loneliness,Like a cup of black coffee,Takes getting used to.
A light kiss against your ear,That you nuzzle into, laughing, fun, A speck of black nail polish, That you'd pick at, then laugh when I'd watchA pendant you often touch,That you said to never ask about,A sad sort of expression,That you might have thought you hid from meA little lists of your things,Left behind in … Continue reading Left Behind
Dark images form pools on a white field. Film developing. Your face, obscured.
I love these girls who livea relationship, a moment,but I am old and covet the way,that maples grow among wildflowers.Not to say they are not beautiful,but the shade is sweetbeneath red-tinged leaves.
"J'adore,"I wanted to say,Between your troubled sighs,and lovely exasperations.Seeking romance and surprisevia photos, text-flirtations,how else would you like to bedisappointed?
Beneath these grey skies,Winter sun brings meager hopes.A ghost left on read.
Safe in pillow forts,Beneath layers of blankets,Secret smiles and tears.Childhood escapes from the cold,Impregnable fantasy.
I slept for so long,That my winter feels like forever,The cold that eats away at my memory,And the chill that settles in my throat,Stealing my thoughts and voice. I slept for so long,That spring is a long dream away,Locked away in a cold journal,Sketched in hesitant strokes,Forgotten in deepest inks. I slept for so long.
Moonlight bending back,Across this empty pillow,Dark side of the bed.
I can't help but be impressed,Of your ability to play the part,Of the cruel fairy:Biting, humorless bitch.Chasing your loved onesFar far away,Until it's only you and I,A princess and her enchanted castle,Each longing for a wish,That cannot be said aloud,Or else it would shatter,This mirror-world in which we reside.