I’ll hate the way I breathe till I taste your skin
And vaporize my longing within
To shadowed withdrawals, never has-been’s and never-will be’s.
I will make myself sick gazing into your multi colored, screen broken eyes
And stutter when you picture yourself in the gift I made you
Like I was a god, who handed you honey
To make you seem so dripping sweet.
I nearly drove off road to see your car
Parked where it always was, always will be
At least in my head, so I don’t fathom you changing,
But I stayed light
Painted my walls with lies and trapped your letters in a box
To show that I did possess restraint.
Yet all I can see is me, selfish in wanting and needing
Not respecting your box of loneliness,
Or whatever you have accomplished without my guidance.
I still crave the day you realize you were wrong,
While still mourning how horrid not truly knowing you was.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC
I think i’ll miss you till my sky’s not blue
But gold and green and purple hues
Of molten memories and stuttered i will’s, I can’t’s and i do’s.
Your handprint on my head, scratching and clawing and pampering
Remains true
To chain me to your handmade fence of fortitude
And let the sun blister me till i’m not sure it’s really you
Anymore.
Maybe i made too much sound in my sleep
I promise to lay still as death
If you weep on my bones
And listen for my cries of joy beyond your touches
I promise to love your breath so much that my insides turn to air
At the thought of you needing more.
I think i’ll love you till the morning’s through
When all that’s left to do is to bury myself in silk and stone
The dirt will whisper as its laid over my eyes
“It’s you, oh it’s you, how wonderful of a surprise.”
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
Deep dark, in a jacket
I hold myself bare
Under the weather of misfortune, a tidy glare
I tell my life to give,
But on the token of love I find it harder to forgive
Black in the day, who knew of a saint
I praise the one who showed me
How to dress like I was late
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
there must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb
not fully formed
not spoken right
not heard
there must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging
somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth
there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach
there must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things i could never say
and the things i said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance
there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
Circling the water
I find myself a halve
Of what's left to be the world
A bright star so far
I can only reach within this small shine
A speck consisting of nothing more than myself
A thought and a shape
Air can lift me but with what wind?
Seasons clash
And I'm still so adorned with the lost
Not accompanied with myself
To whom I bear to look through
Circling the water
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC