in the quiet of morning,
i glance to my side and see my faithful companion,
my soon to be bride.
her hair scatters across the pillow,
beams of gold spun sunlight,
face lax, lips opened wide
as she flitters away
from the cold grey in her mind.
i smile a secret smile,
brush away tiny frowns all the while
she slumbers unaware.
my heart bursts from my chest,
lips brush against her eyes closed to rest.
small murmurs escape her mouth,
protestations mumbled through her pouts.
and still, her mind gives up.
her eyes flutter open,
i succumb
to her baby blues that i belove.
curling close and holding her tight,
for nothing in the world feels quite so right
as she does nestled in my arms
on cold grey morns.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
you've broken down my bunker walls,
ripping them apart with all the force of a nuclear blast.
clawed your way under my skin
and into my blood.
i think you have broken me
into sharp little pinpricks
that i fear can't be mended,
no amount of tape or glue will do.
i am left bare and yearning.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
carry me down beneath
and drown all your sorrows
in me
when you guide me by the hand,
oh,
please be as gentle as the rolling sand
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 6:19 AM UTC
i didn't know i could love you so much
my heart is filled to the brim
and every breath is a grab for air.
i didn't know the mere thought of your passing
would ******* me so,
wrenching open my deepest parts
and laying them bare.
i didn't know i could love you so
until the pain of a loss,
yet to come,
burrows deep and won't let go.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
i sip galaxies from the divot of your collarbone
and paint nebulas across your skin with my tongue,
filling my ravenous
blackhole
Heart
with starlight.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
a black mass
grows at the base of my spine,
venom dancing along the vertebrates,
spreading to my brain,
rotting the pink ***** into a pile of mush
held together
by the glued fusion
of my skull.
swallow my hate like a thick, vile tonic
that slides down the throat,
slowly killing you from the inside out.
love is much too tender a
thing for my hollow
walnut shell heart.
and i, i am not tender enough for it.
i am made for far ruder,
rougher things.
i can never be a saint
for saints never burn as i do.
in the depths of my despair,
strike the anvil of my blood
and hear me scream.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 6:30 AM UTC
blood for blood,
and bone for bone,
the shrapnel of their hearts
scattered on the wind
as useless wars are waged.
young boys parading as men
fall like flies,
laying down their lives
for something,
they don't know.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 6:19 AM UTC
my feelings for you
are like a young child
with cruel fingers
poking at a bruise.
the sweet ache settles
bone-deep
and sparks with every
secret touch.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
There's a cold,
sputtering flame
where my heart should be,
burrowing deep
and building a fortress
so tall
you cannot see its peaks
kiss the clouds.
A heavy weight
that's sat on my chest
since before I could breathe
is slowly becoming
a faded memory
as each chain link rusts
and falls free.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
The surety of my footing
drops out from beneath me,
leaving me in free fall as I
sink
into the ground.
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC