I now see why people call it
"falling in love",
because you don't just trip,
you can't stand up after
and dust the dirt and blood off of your knees
like nothing ever happened
if the one you are falling for you
doesn't catch you
you can't patch it up with band-aids
and hydrogen peroxide
it's not a little trip
it's an enormous, mountain high fall
and if you don't land just right
you wind up with a broken heart
instead of broken bones
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
he told me i tasted like 12 o'clock sun on chilly days without names. since he mentioned days without names, they had been my favourite kind of days. in my head, every day had a colour and yesterday was yellow. you pulled over and got out of the car when i asked you why we could not buy another bottle of red wine for the fifth time. i looked down at my veiny hands and fondled the key that he had left behind. it killed me how everything reminded me of him. i thought that liquid self-pity would erase him but it only made him appear even more distinct. i tried to patch up myself when you was asleep; i kissed the freckles on your back and connected them by drawing constellations and celestial bodies with my silky whisper. i wore long sleeves because my heart was stained by his soporific words. he made me feel calm without effort; it made my skin crack. the way he held me tight made me want to throw up butterflies. you never made me want to throw up butterflies; you only drugged my body with sweet drops of poison. i am fond of you, you would always say and i would always force a smile and take another sip. he adored my blue lips. the more you loved me, the more i adored being intoxicated. after half a year, a few bottles a day made me love you back. i could name every débit de boissons in bordeaux.
hey kiddo, i have brought you a glass of my favourite wine.
he visited me on a chilly day without name. i was already dead when he found me.
(k.w)
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
"i've never been this sad before,"
she cries, the tears burning her cheeks like acid
they say words can never hurt you
but she's never been so hurt in her life
she feels the sorrow overflowing in her brain
her lungs
her heart
the shattered glass lays on her floor
as she weeps underneath the sound of a running bath
knocks on the door pierce through the silence
apologies- which real or not- drift through one ear
and out the other
she doesn't want broken promises and meaningless apologies
she wants happiness
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
once upon a time you looked at this boy
as though his eyes led you to another universe
you would savor the taste of his rose lips against your own
you laid in the park
motionless
both of you were afraid to make the first move
and eventually, he did
and that changed everything
you spent all your spare time with him
cuddling and watching movies
and playing soccer in the park
like nothing else in the world mattered
that boy
and that summer
but eventually
the temperature began to fall
along with the leaves on the trees
and he went off to college
but he came back on a cool fall night
and you sat by the fire in his sweatpants
while he held you and pressed his cold nose against yours
and that night you cried yourself to sleep
because you knew it was the end
of that boy
and that summer
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC