it was
all too easy,
forgetting your name,
tasting the starlight tucked
behind someone else's
wisdom teeth,
our soju-laced smiles
crashing at 90mph
and the memory of you
caught
in the headlights and wreckage,
our 2am laughter
echoing in your bones
from 5654 miles away,
my hands knowing
the age-old roads
that led to brand new places,
and the faded map of you
folded and kept hastily
in my back pocket.
*(I was far too proud
to ask for directions
to come home)*
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
My lungs are sighing up a storm,
lips lightning-lined and
lonely
a constant reminder
that even with all this thunder
in my chest
I was never strong enough
to hold on to you.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC
I had always loved dancing
on skyscrapers -
all the world a doll's house
at my feet
and so close to thy sky,
I could taste the sun.
but fierce winds make fools
of us all, my love,
and static
only makes everything
cling -
and now I am standing
in the middle of a field
not yet burnt and broken,
but waiting
for you to strike.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
even the bravest bones
cannot weather every hurricane alone -
and my tired heart is still trying
to beat in places
where the world is hushed.
I am waiting
for the quiet.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
sometimes I think it was easier
when there were spaces in between
you and I
if only because
friction
can burn even the best of us,
and
hours upon hours
of our bodies pressed
against each other
means that every move you make
shakes me to my core.
*it will not take us aeons
to cross our oceans.*
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
watch me write your name
in scars,
in stars,
watch me write your smile
in broken hearts -
broken parts of me :
watch me bleed you out
in stories and supernovas
and even if I can't ink
all the pieces of you into my poems -
darling,
watch me try.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
write a poem about me,
all inked hypotheticals
and pretty words dressed up in rationality -
give it to her
and tell her she's beautiful,
that she writes like a dream,
and leave just enough spaces
in between your favorite metaphors
to string them up with a maybe,
a silhouette of me,
just enough space to wonder
if she's only bright in my shadow -
because darling, I want to know
what it feels like
on the other side
of sadness.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
*I fell in love with the way
you spelled my name.*
you said it like it could be
beautiful
one day, and
you smiled like it was so easy
for you to leave me
breathless.
it was.
*I fell in love with the way
you said "perfect"
whenever i got a question right.*
you let your eyes light up
as you grinned with pride and
you let me
linger
in the heartbeats that defined us
like we were worth
the promise of
forever.
we were.
*I fell in love with the way
you kissed me first.*
you held me close and
you didn't wait for the planets
to grant us
conventional romance,
and you fell into me like it was
first nature
to have me breathe you in.
it was.
*I fell in love with the way
you used to brush your limbs against mine
all-too-subtly.*
you let the
electricity
race through my skin and
you teased me on purpose,
until I could almost believe
we were something
that would last longer
than a
love song.
we were.
*I fell in love with the way
you laughed out loud.*
you smiled butterflies into me, and
you sounded like anything
that could make you
laugh
was lovely enough
to make the stars
dance.
it was.
*I fell in love with the way
you got so excited
about all your favorite things.*
you pulled me close and
tangled
yourself up in me, and
you wouldn't let me shake loose
your whimsies, and I wondered if
we were a
supernova
just waiting to happen.
we were.
*I fell in love with the way
you fell in love with me.*
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
We were never written in stone.
We were written in letters of fire -
we burned bright and brilliant and we burned painful, and so painfully long.
I like to think we both loved hurting each other more than we could bear,
that it was only our bruises that made us beautiful,
and I know you remember me in blood and in belligerence.
We shot maelstroms through quiet skies,
and we let our lightning consume us.
We crumbled, anyway.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
I never wanted to grow up.
I clung on to my nap times and my cotton candy and my scraped knees,
thinking my whole world could be made of stories that had crayon-drawn
the line between right and wrong, between good and evil.
But I found that there were worlds that waltzed upon that line,
and there were people who could wound me so much deeper than blood.
I am not a child anymore.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC