Caught in the garden, in the rain
Reflections against glass
windowpanes.
And I promised you, I would bloom
where I was planted.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
The back of a pearl earring, a maroon scrunchy a bowl. Filled with jewelry silver necklaces twisted tangled. BIRDS OF A FEATHER blue nail polish. Crinkled bed spread white curtains ball point pen, scattered push pins. Black boots in the corner, one laced one undone. Half of a lit cigarette ashed on the window sill an imprint on the mattress, purple index cards splayed over a white desk its paint chipped. Glass mason jar filled with coins a barrette collecting dust underneath the bed. A guitar missing two strings a grey green flannel. Grey rug. Ray bands a phone charger a porcelain bowl, prescription bottle. Tie died lighter bear with a missing eye and bowtie. The dog chewed it off.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
I.
my lungs felt like glass bulbs and my head was full of the sea. I leaned across the glove box with my eyes closed. He told me that was the best kiss he'd ever received; maybe it was the mint chocolate chip ice cream.
II.
from far away they were green, up close though, his eyes were blue. Definitely blue. A comforter beneath my tanned legs, his hand against my thigh. His lips touched mine, gentle and innocent. We fell asleep to the buzz of the television.
III.
algebra was another language, but when he spoke to me; I understood every equation. His kiss left my head spinning. Maybe the pencils held too much lead.
IV
we spent the summer in a run down arcade. He had a freckle on his chest that I swore looked like New Jersey. Our kisses tasted of kettle corn.
V
his hands were calloused. I wish I never knew what cigarettes tasted like.
VI
I could write an entire book about each time his lips met mine.
VII
my sweater reeked of *** but he didn't seem to mind. When we passed through the halls he called me Jess.
VIII
it shouldn't have been him, but too much ***** can impair ones judgement.
IX.
we spent nights lying in the grass, it tickled my back. He gave me his lucky cigarette.
X.
the room was dark and the stairs creaked. His fingers quickened the pulse in my neck. I kept my eyes open.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
I keep having dreams about you holding her hand. Somehow I’m standing right in front of you but its like your looking through a pane of glass; sharp and see through, like there’s nothing left but your reflection. It’s always been about you; I knew that. But when you held my hand I thought you could read my skin like a page covered in brail.
I keep kissing him and remembering the way your hands traced my face. The moon left us in the dark, searching for the sun’s warmth. He made me feel like a piece of art, watercolors bursting from a canvas but he left me to hang on the wall.
I keep thinking that it’s better this way, but when I took out the trash I felt just like the aluminum can as it clattered to the floor. Empty and used. Nothing but traces of drunken fingerprints against a label that no one cares to remember. Memories rising to the back of your throat only to be swallowed down like a pill you take to cover up all the places where you’ve been broken.
I forgot that loving you was like pouring a bowl of cereal and then running out of milk
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
I gave you a heart shaped card
No chocolates. No flowers.
Your name scribbled in magic marker.
You gave me one of your kisses
The chocolate kind;
And we walked about, your hand in mine.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC
There’s water in these veins
But somehow
I’m still thirsty
It drips across my collarbone
Reaches for my heart strings
But there’s a chord missing
There’s fruit inside this brain
But somehow
My stomach is empty
They’re just words
Being swallowed whole
Stretching to fit down my throat
There’s a fire in the depths
Of this heart
But the hearth only holds smoke
Inflating these lungs
Burning a hole
-I’ll be fine-
Where
Your lips used to be,
Pressed against mine.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
Faltered by that look in your eyes
I went back on all those things I said.
Because seeing you,
Because seeing the way you gaze at me
Made me fall in love with you,
All over again.
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
Silence eroded like
Mountains in my
Chest.
Each intake of breath as
Misspoken words
Left.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
Shaken not dis-stirred
Flakes float silently
It's music to me
Fire crackling
Dancing around beneath glass
This Winter love lasts
Footprints stick in the
Fallen snow, I travel where-
Ever, yours go.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC