it is not encouraging
to hit rock bottom
the only place to go
is not “up”
because I have been
underground before
we count our minutes in 60’s
our currency in 100’s
I am counted in pastel pink
and a sunlit core
you are counted in cold steel
and thieving hands
I feel like I’m going to explode
pretty much constantly
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
maybe if I made you a number
it would invalidate you to me
you could be #3
I’ll say it’s because
our time difference
is three hours
I’m just thinking about you
and I wish that you’d call
or take any of my calls
or maybe I just wish that
you were as strong a person
as I thought you were
this poem is devolving
I am devolving
but thank you
for each injury
I’ll keep them in my pockets
like little prayers
that give me the strength you lack
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 4:58 AM UTC
it has been eighty-one days
since you spoke me to
(with the exception of the three hours
you used to make me more miserable
than I already was)
it has been eighty-one days
of punishment
though you refuse to admit
that punishment
is exactly what you’re doing
it has been eighty-two days
since the last time you said
that you loved me
approximately twelve hours
changed love to isolation
there was a bombing in your city
I risked contacting you
because I didn’t know if you
were injured, or possibly dead
because you are a stranger to me now
how dare you call me “love”
after you betrayed me
cheated, and lied
and blamed it on trust
and blamed it on me
told me that I am overreacting
over and over
that I am wrong
that I have always been wrong
because to you,
I am never right
news flash:
when you’re in love
you
don’t
*******
leave
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
your skin is made
of spiderwebs
you fall apart
under the slightest pressure
I can’t help but scream
when I think of touching you again
you repeat the words,
“space,” “distance,” “separation”
like a prayer
as if that could solve our problem
your tongue is a burning iron
your teeth are soldiers to distrust
you say you want to be truthful
but your entire body vibrates
under the thunder
of my sobs
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
each broken bone in my body
has repaired itself reinforced
steel
adamantium
rock and lead
compassion coiled tightly
around a clenched fist
because giving yourself
to anybody who asks
and getting ******** back
can weigh you down
and every lie
each one of them
sang to me
bore my second mutation
calloused skin,
toughened heart
hardened
calcified
reinforced and fossilized
even though I mention your names,
for the first time in my life
I am writing
about myself
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
fingerprints
made of clay
and the agave sun
burnin'
my skin
tequila
del sol
and thick pages
of holy words
Prayin’ God’s right hand
gets there first
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 5:06 AM UTC
The only place
I’ve never been
afraid of the dark
the only home
I ever had
was with you
heart
like a fat
rotten plum
I still carry your bruises
like that first bouquet
of roses with my name on it
but at least I recognize
that they are
beyond wilted
and maybe I never did
trust him
to love me
but that’s your responsibility
even though you’d
never acknowledge it
and he’s as bad as me - worse, even
he pretends his flowers
are still in bloom
and I guess
that isn’t my problem
anymore
but I would still feel better
if I could just
break her ******* nose
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
I remember the
first time I saw you
17-year-old me
was into it
when you looked
right past me
a year and a half later
you acted like a five year old
despite being five years
older than me
and I thought
it was all a joke
four months later
we’re signing a lease
and our friends are
telling us to cool it
on the public affection,
now I am five years old
one year later
I learn that
you’re a violent drunk
with a begging, sobbing attachment
to a woman who had you
lick the dirt from her pumps
and I love you anyway
and I give you all of me
anyway,
and one year after that
curse you
and cringe at your name
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
I am
the other woman
mouth full of fire
body of glass
it takes
one insincerity
and I am
sure that you
are disloyal
trust is
a funny thing
uncertain
like a joke
that I don’t
understand
so when everybody
laughs, I assume
the joke’s on me
and sometimes
I am so stubborn
in my solidarity
that I punish myself
for aching
for you
and you become
the enemy
so I spew heated
words with the
intent to burn
I am
perforated
third degree
detonation
I am
so
*******
sorry
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
I am
swollen over you,
teeming
you,
carved from glass
over a fire
balmy, flushed,
and exact
my heart is tender
pliable, thick like jam
my heart is in halves
half is with you but
I hope you understand
I still need half
for me
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 7:51 AM UTC