I'll hold you at arms length,
Kiss you from behind my eyes,
and care only as deep as my skin,
If that's not good enough, well,
It's only for my own protection.
Dec 19, 2022
Dec 19, 2022 at 4:14 PM UTC
Maybe,
If I spent less time looking ahead instead of down,
I'd trip less over my own feet.
When I look back,
I always have answers,
When I look at you,
I don't.
But I don't want you behind me.
Dec 19, 2022
Dec 19, 2022 at 3:49 PM UTC
You had time for me,
I had time for you
We had time for us,
We had time for two.
My past was behind me,
Yours was between us,
First we lost love,
And then we lost trust.
I came third,
Behind you and your last,
Now thanks to your past,
We lost time for two.
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 7:36 PM UTC
If love is a two way street,
Then I am either stuck in traffic or roadkill.
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
You love me, I hate you, how I wish I could replace you, I have an idea in mind,
A robot to hold me, to kiss me and scold me, and never leave my side,
Metal on skin will feel so warm I’ll never let it go,
but for this I know, it won’t ever feel the love I show,
Alone I feel, with the pain I deal, I need you out of my bed,
Don’t you leave, but don’t you stay, for I’ll wish I was dead either way.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC
Have you ever felt so lost,
that even if you wanted to be found,
you couldn't describe where you were?
Stranded on an island in which the waters
that surround you are created by your own mind.
You can try to swim away,
but the waves carry you back every time.
On the occasion a boat will pass,
but you won't let it close enough to save you.
You're stuck and alone,
writing poems in the sand.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
I took a long drive down a short road,
Approaching sixty miles per hour.
The road bent at the end,
A large oak marked where I should be turning.
Bark and glass tattered my skin,
At least now I won't have to go down this road again.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 11:30 PM UTC
The A/C unit emits the same monotone hum that almost puts me in a trance like state.
My desk chair hugs my body and I can feel the warmth trapped between my skin and the black leather.
The grey concrete floor is cold against my toes.
The burning sensation in my eyes is not from being tired.
The crystal glass has been long since emptied.
The ring is now sitting on my desk,
instead of my finger.
Obsessive and insecure are both edges to the same sword, the sword that will cut me and I will bleed sleep.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
I have anxiety.
No thought transverses my mind without causing turmoil.
Sometimes I put my feelings into a chest and throw it in to the ocean.
Everyday I dip my toe in the water, pondering.
Can I ever retrieve what I have hidden, without the consequences?
Ultimately, I know I can't. So I watch the waves crash.
Remedies only suppress what is out of my control.
Ebb and flow go hand and hand, as do I and my chest.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
Every morning he woke up minutes before she did and would listen to the low hum of every breath exiting her nose.
She would flip from her side to her back and the beige covers rustled like dry autumn leaves.
She would moan as she stretched with her arms outwards, fists balled, and her legs high up in the air.
Then, she would turn to him, whisper sweet nothings, and swing her body towards the side of the bed.
The sound of her light feet pattering on the wood floor always made him laugh.
But now his house is haunted.
The walls seem to murmur intrusive thoughts into his head.
The floor rattles beneath his feet like a snake giving a warning.
The glass shakes in the window panes at any slight breeze, mimicking gunfire.
The water from his sink gushed from the faucet with such great speed that it rung against the white hollow porcelain.
She wasn't there anymore.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC