I wish we could
pluck
forgiveness from trees,
but the roots go
deep
and the branches too
high
for my fingers
to reach.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 8:25 AM UTC
I would like
to drink
from the
river of you,
but I only have
two hands
and water
was not meant
to stay
in one place
for too long.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
I need to buy
a new mattress
my side is now threadbare
and the other half
smells too much like you
like us
or what we used to be
maybe
I'll get new sheets as well
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
I kissed you roughly
and you take off my clothes
as I took off yours
our sweaty bodies
rocked each other
and melted into one
and I felt confident, invincible
until you asked me
“who are you?”
and never have I felt
more vulnerable
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
For a minute there was hope
as my eyes brushed yours
as I looked for a free seat in a packed cafe
and I saw
next to you
a chair
and I saw
your smile
warm and familiar
like an old, tattered book
and I saw
your mug
half-filled, half-empty
and as I moved towards you
someone else sat in the chair next to you
she was bright and shiny like plastic
and she put her hand on yours
and I saw
your smile
slip away
as I did
looking for another cafe
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC