I don't think about you, except when I do
Like an aching tooth that only throbs when my tongue moves
And generally, I'm a pretty talkative dude
But lately I feel like I'm talking for two,
Reviewing reruns of us like I'm sifting for truth
Amidst the ******** and deceit, I don't know what hurts the most;
The love that's left, or me being left to argue with a ghost
Chained to a boat with no hope for a coast,
I'm inclined to float, or maybe learn from you and sail out
It was nice seeing you darling, hope you're doing well now
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
She shines like breathing bone
Cut or beat or twisted
Out of forgettable flesh
Aching, truth-white
A heart-skip jump to the pit of the gut
Devil-cold water on a sticky hot day
She consumes all at once,
Surrounding 'til there never was
A 'you'
As if
there was ever yourself to lose
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
Before anything,
Let me say I love you
And that my body burns
With thirst for you--
Dehydrated in the desert
Of your absence, wishful eyes
Spy mirages of you
Masquerading as people.
But, when I lean in closer
I see they're just shadows
Of your laugh, your eyes--
There are pieces of you
everywhere in my life,
Like shattered glass in a carpet.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
Some days I can feel
My skin melt to dust,
Taste the bitter ash of
Burned bridges and rust
As everything revolves away
From me and stops at her feet.
Though, most days I just feel like
A unobserved wave at sea,
Fading quietly into the breeze.
So yeah, I'm good, too.
It was nice to see you.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
I scrawl ****** love notes
On grease-stained napkins
To women and visions,
But mainly the latter.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
I'm 6' 2" and six feet under,
I love like ice and sob like thunder.
All of these canyons in my mind
Will echo with your name for all time
Love a poet? No, love a storm
See your name carved in the landscapes I've torn.
These hands are for making breaks and bruises
With a love like mine everybody loses
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
i miss you, you know.
not as urgent or as painful
as i used to, but i do
i do, i do
i used to burn, now i ache
my soul’s scarred with
an image of your face
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
i close my eyes to see her
because that's the only time i do.
i dream of what we could have had,
the world against just us two.
now my will is gone
and i'm failing
to find strength outside of her.
my world in her eyes but her face is turned
everything's burning and i've nowhere to run.
you loved me then, so love me now,
we used to say "i love you" like a vow.
you can' have forgotten all the years, all of me,
our soft, quiet first kiss or me climbing that tree.
but if you don't miss me,
if the anger's too much and
the love's not enough, if the thought
of living our lives separately doesn't
feel like a noose around your neck
then,
i'll move on.
for you, i'll move on.
or just step back and
let you, at least.
my soul met its mate
and is dedicated.
you might not be mine,
but i'll always be yours.
so if you ask if i'm alright,
i'll say i'm just fine,
because the burden of this love
is now solely mine.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
I don't want to get started; I don't know if I have what it takes to stop it, once life is static no longer
Transient winds dislodge cobwebs from closets--
Silk mist that drifts
(Like half-daydreamed doves from our
Starlight and eyelash ark
Half-reclaimed by the sea)
Across our
New car smell, white-wash wall
Stumble before the fall,
Pick each other up and kiss the gravel off,
Apartment.
I scream "apartment",
To the concrete and steel
Of her skin, a bridge that's
Closed as tightly as her
Proust pressed flower lips.
My faults are
Tattooed across my skin
In full color comic strips.
I tongue the interior dents
Birthed when
She taught me
What apart meant.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 1:59 AM UTC
I can't take this city much longer,
It's wrong here; I feel it watching and
See it in your misty eyes when
You lie and say it's nothing,
You're great.
There's a haunting, a menace.
Something we've disturbed or offended
Is taking an extended vengeance,
Trapping us in a poetic wilderness
Lacking invention or vision. Days
pass like weeks and I make ropes out
of bedsheets, marking runaway routes
on maps before they even halfway
Reach the golden delicious dead grass.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC