I leave a pillow open next to me at nights,
just in case
on some fortunate night,
you come out of my dreams.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
My hands are black from the dirt I've been pounding my fists in
and my tears roll down my nose and settle at my lips.
My knees are sore and stained green from when I collapsed.
I collapsed.
Thinking of you, I collapsed.
And my knees hit the ground, leaving them sore,
and I made fists and watched my tears turn the dirt
into mud when I collapsed thinking of you.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
I'm sweeping up the last bit of your hair.
I've already steamed the couches and rid them of your scent.
You're gone.
And now my memory is jogged.
From time to time things jog my memory.
Things like walking out the front door, those times you tried to run away.
And taking a bath, you bathed here once.
And laying in my bed where your warmth was welcomed.
Mundane things that I can't escape.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
I feel hollow,
to be honest.
I'll float in the ocean
until I'm dragged down by some powerful fish.
And even then,
it will be a struggle for the fish.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
You sat on the couch so indifferently.
I sat on the floor, my back against a ball,
directly across from you.
Red lights strung above our heads,
you towered.
Fangs, small fangs, exposed with every
-ey, -ay, i-, -ie, -ape, -ate, -eat, -ee-,
smile, and grin, etc.
I just kept looking up at you,
our eyes always made contact.
Yours were red.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 3:53 AM UTC
You seem so happy,
destroying yourself and your bonds.
Why would I want to take that away from you?
I just want you to tell me,
tell me that you want to destroy yourself and your bonds,
instead of keeping me attached by a knotted rope
and bringing me down with you.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 3:40 AM UTC
You said we can't kiss till Easter.
Who says I'll want to kiss you on Easter.
Who says I want to kiss you now.
Now you want to kiss me,
After changing your dresses and hair and nails.
And after
getting-it-out-of-your-system, you want to kiss me.
I want to kiss you on Easter.
I want to kiss you right now,
I want to pull your hair and and smear you lipstick.
But I won't tell you that.
Last time I did you ****** on my tires.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 11:12 AM UTC
It felt nice to hold her again.
Basketting her with my arms and legs,
I brought our bodies closer together.
She had that same heavy breathing from before.
She put her head on my shoulder
and I put mine on hers.
She stroked my arm.
It's been about 4 months since she's done that.
It's been about 4 months since I've held her like this.
I still don't understand why.
She says the same.
I guess I blame it on
myself.
I know it's not my fault,
but I'll blame myself.
I blame it on myself.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
Put your boxing gloves on
or your dancing legs,
whatever they are.
I remember that day like it was 3 months ago.
We were all together , especially me and you.
I don't believe I kissed you goodnight that time.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC