The truths I said, so brave and bold
Were just lies, fool’s tales for gold.
You could not trust but hired me
To ferret out secrets that could be
Dangerous and paid for tales well told.
Caught up in drama and the romance
Of the spy flirting death and chance
You thought me better than I could be:
Whose fault that you could not see
Dancers must invent their dance.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
I feel the sting of
Your last breath
In my chest,
Its been stuck there for quite some time.
Every time i breathe in,
You remind me
Of how hard living is;
Every time I exhale,
You remind me
Of how easy it would be
To let go.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
I was always afraid to climb trees.
Not that I wasn't mystified
by the wisdom of branches.
Not that I didn't want to see the world
from the perch of a blackbird.
Not that it was impossible
or that I had no worthy tree.
It was that imminent fall
the broken arm
the bruised ego
that so reminded me
of why it’s scary to climb
anything at all.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
Cigarettes do not burn this fast.
I kneaded the thought into my skull, but it still refused to enter my brain.
One day, (possibly) me and him will love
and love how lovers do.
But this will remain unknown.
He will live a life
of four-leaved clovers
and rabbit feet.
While I,
will end mine,
now.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
Maybe we were not meant for a partner.
Maybe humans weren't made to love each other.
Maybe that's why I have no feeling
when you touch me.
Your hands beg for me
and I try my hardest to love you
but I simply
cannot.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
Whenever I put that pistol to my temple
Will the ringing continue
Even when
I'm six feet under?
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
Your ghost haunts me still.
[Did you send him here to me?]
I see
your tousled blond hair,
those bright blue eyes
your round red lips,
but
It is never really you.
Your lips are the first
I ever thought of touching.
[Did you know how close I came?]
It snowed the day after you left.
I tried desperately
to catch just one
perfect flake
to send to you.
You cannot mail a snowflake!
my mother righteously said.
[Did you remember the frozen day
when I loved you first?]
My heart is frozen now.
And I suppose it didn't matter
since you were gone.
You left me here and I
could not forgive you,
that must be why
your ghost haunts me now.
I am sorry. I am so sorry.
I let you slip
through my fingers
and now
there is nothing left.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 10:14 AM UTC
His great voice
Boomed with every word he spoke
"What do you love about me?"
He grabbed my slit wrists,
and my bruised neck.
"Nothing."
I spat out,
Looking into his eyes,
Over his lips,
Over his hands.
"Absolutely nothing."
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
my skin burns
while thinking of you
with someone else.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
He stained my skin
with his ink;
and he tenderly touched me in unknown places.
He whispered hymns to me,
(though I was deaf to every word.)
He created patterns upon the back of my right hand,
and burned craters on my left.
He pleaded a response
as his dull fire reached my empty veins
as he kissed my lips,
he begged me to stay.
But, I was already gone.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC