When I think of you
I want to send praise to the heavens
I want to raise every mountain on this benevolent earth to the skies
Because it even for one second let me experience
The place you hold in it.
When I think of you
I want to rage at the heavens
I want to raze every mountain on this spiteful earth to the ground
Because it even for one second let you think
You had no place in it.
When I think of you
Lately
I seem to want a lot of things.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
This morning
I dreamed
That you were nestled, crook of your self
In the very top end of my bunked bed, high and away
From everything and everyone in the room.
She was with you, and I remember
Being taken aback by how friendly you were
Giggling and chatting exchanging words through bright teeth
And uncomfortable close.
And then you kissed her
And I felt the cold, sinking inexcusably entitlement
Of betrayal.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
Today
I Dreamed
That I was sitting with her by a small, rectangle pond
And I was talking to her.
And as she cooled, and sweetly, expectantly, almost apologetically, changed the subject,
I loosened my hair, and began to pull from the pond as it began to cloy and foamed
Handfuls, upon handfuls
Of knotted, used hair bands.
From all the times I had sat there before
And talked to her
About you.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
Whenever you would catch wind
Of the swelling foolishness of my ridiculous heart
You would always inquire and hope I would tell you
Who I had allocated it to this time
Until I started yearning for you
And you started loving her.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
It stings me in a vindictive, poisonous sort of way
That we were never mistaken for lovers
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
It’s like that one seed that we always would wish we never planted, and
god
am I weak now
that I cannot exhume its roots for theirs have spread too deep and
sometimes I wonder
whether that’s a good thing.
would I erode without you?
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
They say you bite when lost in beauty
So do I
Bite my fingers that is
Till they fray and gulf
The difference is I bite like a displaced animal
Trying to avoid an uncomfortable truth and you
Bite because you enjoy holding on.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
I used to think that I loved you
because you made me feel greater than my frame, made me feel
better, desirable, desiring
of the world and succulent
amongst the leaves and limbs of my arms,
hands and feet.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
"But I still hitch for you now
even though my skin has honeycombed
and the nectar has dimmed and eaten away at my eyes and lips."
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
I tried to tint my hair red to light this night
But it is dull and stringing out amidst my plant-stained fingers
I tried to dissolve away the lines upon my skin to glow with luminosity
But they are wedged deep and have left gouges of pin-pricks behind
I tried to exhume the dead and the dry from my face to better breathe
But instead it filmed over stinging and suffocates
I tried to forget you in order to be free of this
But I am not cleaned of you so easily.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC