I hate when he looks at me
with those glimmering puppy dog eyes
and asks
"Do you think I don't understand you?"
I don't understand the question
let alone myself so
how in the world-- in the
solar system-- in the
ever expanding SPACE
could YOU understand me??
I know I'm not special--
you seem to think I am
there ALREADY is
a misunderstanding
just because you
"Know" I've been hurt
you Can't imagine the
third degree burns in the
tubes of my brain
in the arteries trying to
carry information they cannot
convey
I don't need your love or
your folly
I already stitched up
my cracks with cement
and your sentiments are
nice but you would ask me
Where you went wrong
if I ever told you this
so sorry I won't say yes
or no
just that I don't understand the question
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
There are ridiculously fragile moments
in the midst of the night
Where the ridicules and redemptions
of a previous life
Replay and reset
But they left their manners at home
and refuse to forgive or forget
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
It's always words that undress you
and I'm trying to stay clothed.
Curiosity killed my cat
and I don't want to reveal to you my mold.
I was built up with clay or paper mâché
I would check and rediscover which,
but my memory is too weary about looking back on that day.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
All the people I was ever closest to
turned into ******
Not the attractive, successful, popular type,
but just the opposite.
The desperate, self loathing,
"tell me you love me" type
who can't find anyone to be happy with
because they're just as unhappy with themselves as I am with them.
And they're stitched together, made up of
everyone else's personalities.
So while they go publicly finger each other,
I'll be here, betrayed and bitter.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
Where did we fall in love?
Was it my awkward distance behind you,
up the stairs, to avoid conversation?
Or in our fleeting eye contact, passing each other,
going in different directions?
Was it in the car, when you
wouldn't let me sit out in the rain?
The backseat where you didn't
want to see me cry?
Or in the pool or the ocean water,
where you had helped me stay afloat?
In the field by the tennis court,
looking for constellations,
after wrestling each other to the ground?
Was it in Cape Cod,
in the tent with all our friends?
Or in the White Mountain National Forest,
in the tent with only each other,
on our own camping trip?
Past the smaller site,
down the muddy, slippery, steep hill,
in the clearing next to the raging river?
Between two mountains;
the place where we couldn't start a fire?
Was it in the trunk of my best friend's car?
Or in her living room?
On the platform at the train station,
where I watched you leave town for college?
On all of the bus and taxi and train rides
we took to be certain we would see each other again?
On the beach where the seagull stole my onion rings?
Or the parking spot where you parallel parked for the first time,
right before you bought me the onion rings?
In my backyard, playing badminton?
In the parking lot, playing lotball?
In all of the parking lots that fogged up your windows?
In your dorm room when I was sick
and you had to take care of me?
Or when you were sick,
and I walked across campus to buy chicken noodle soup
and had to take care of you?
In the moshpits at live shows?
Or in the fantasy world of an mmorpg?
I don't even know where this began.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
My skin's deteriorating
So is my mind
I tried to leave all
these famous icons behind
I found a lock of my hair down the drain.
I thought it was safe with my head;
Is my brain?
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC