I have a tattoo of you in my heart.
And I know I've said that a lot.
Over and over,
till my tongue felt like a whip against the roof of my mouth
and every time I touched it to form
Words
Sentences
. . feelings,
I was too scared of the repercussions.
So,
I hold the words to myself,
paint my lips bright red,
hold my hands against my chest
and let the wind speak for me.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
I want to drag myself along
and bury in your sadness
My emotions flickering against yours, to reflect yours
to darken, to bolden in sobreity that grief reveals
to fall eternally and not be able to get up
to lose senses to the only thing pounding in my mind
You lost her and somehow,
Anyhow
I wish I could give her back to you
Drown myself, if need be
Die once, to revive her forever more
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
Let's elope in this radiance
of a sunshine
that promises to sketch
for Always.
tentatively blue-white clouds
peeking alarmingly from around
the red-orange-yellow brilliance
that the sun is.
Let's elope now
so maybe the winds
will set sail our ship
not too wildly
not too slowly
just the right amount
Let's elope and
Maybe,
Paradise will chase us.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
Like every mislead person
in this world
I thought you made me happy
Or maybe you really did
I still remember that pure squeal that seemed to erupt
in me
the kind that you get
when on gigantic, overwhelming rides
in amusement parks
No, nothing else could explain
that internal squeal
not the dried fries
not the hostile hum of air-conditioning
Just you
despite how your chair
angled away from me
despite how busy you were
sipping your cola
making small talk to our friends
to notice my elbows skirt towards you
despite how much
how many times
I tried to deny to myself
that it was always you
Always.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
There’s a sweet resonance to your fantastical idea to fly, to breach known heights, to swing amongst clouds like birds set free from cages, like the world is now anti-gravity.
It resonates with my idea to love
wholly
selflessly
without expecting to be loved back
this is a pile of ******** my love
Because we,
We are meant to fall
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
Pretend to sleep
Graze your blanket
along your chin
permeated rays of sun
through a driving curtain
Hide under that blanket
that kisses your skin
and envelopes you
in a warmth
that is your own
shift and let the
crevices of your shoulder
bruised with ratty hair
be relieved
Venture one more time
out of the rug
bade goodbye
sink into the pillows
it's covers melting
your entirety
Sleep again.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC