Long liquid breaths fill my lungs
An ache, born in my skull, spreads through my limp body
A rush of salt, and spasms.
This is what I want... what I’ve been waiting for
Fantasies of my swollen body, split in the sun
Pecked by seagulls, picked by *****
All of them I envy
They are real
I am not real. I never have been.
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
I don't think about it any more
I take out the trash
noting
Sticks caught in the crotch of a tree
The wind does what the wind does
breaks weaker branches down
does not care where
it leaves
them
on its invisible way
Days do what the days do
they don't count themselves
worthy as they go
to release
the afternoon
to evening—
an artless
emptying
to a low spot
where tears tend to pool
if I'd let them down
“You know,
in that low spot
out there...?”
Where it's hard to see
Where its hard to care?
They take heart
out
divide it by energy
for sadness—
I haven't got
Watched the clock go round
wipe out my little plans
with relentless hands
...and I never got dressed today
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
And then we weren’t.
I learned more about you in our ending than I did in those two years
One minute you were my Heathcliff.
The man that I had looked for all of my life.
The next, a paltry reproduction. All of your pretty words dispersing like the death of a Tempe dust storm.
I will make peace with never understanding.
I will cease longing for something that never was.
I will heal
But I will always wish that I didn’t have to.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
There’s a way with you,
how you see all of me
pulling me out
naked and unashamed
Not only finding my heart, but showing me the path too.
One day, maybe, you’ll let me sift through your ravaged parts
I can’t fix them,
but we’ll merge them with mine
and create something beautiful
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC