6.02 a.m.
sunlight pries your eyes open and i
meet you for the ****** time again and again
nothing mends and breaks my heart more than watching
you fall in love with a novel fragment of me every day
9.35 a.m.
i toast bread with both eyes closed
and i let them char like the edges of my heart
you tell me last thursday's joke
but i erupt into hilarity, anyway
3.17 p.m.
nostalgia is a side-effect of forgetting
you reminisce about knitting parties we never threw
between giggles, i wonder how your words are needles
that pick all of the right places
7.43 p.m.
this world is a stygian dystopia
but you, you are my sole scintilla of colour
i feed you blatant lies for dinner
only to let you sleep with a peace of mind
11.59 p.m.
i watch you fall asleep to the rhythm of my silence
there are all types of silences and distances
but this
this is the worst kind
please, don't forget
to remember
me.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
his fluid being mimics that of cigarettes;
death chopped up and rolled
into a curious little thing
i could hold him in my hands
but that is a mere only;
his wonderment insufficient
my soul too mammoth
my lips crave the grim reaper's touch
my skin detests the flawlessness of
staged idiosyncrasy
this world has seen enough
of those
you yell misanthrope,
but you do not understand
i seek
the intertwining of
precariousity
intimacy marked by fluttering thumbs
tracing specks of golden
on his cheeks
galaxies splashed across the
bridge of his nose
he is everything i yearn
yet;
everything i cannot be
he is my exotic morns
and my sunday siesta
fingertips outline
connect-the-dot maps
i could only ever get lost in
freckles.
like a lacklustre silence
the end of sentences pinpointing areas
chipped fingernails have lusted to memorise
you only crave what you know cannot be.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC