this is how i awaken.
the dust i choke on floats away and
shrink to nothing within my last breaths,
unclogging my gashes and wounds
giving space for the poison to seep out.
this is how i awaken
with the decay of her madonna-veil and
a bright eye piercing the game.
this is how i awaken.
this is how i die.
the floor i stand on drops from my feet
thousands of miles a second,
buzzing air encircling our shoulders
knitting our skin closer together.
this is how i die
with my hands in your curly hair and
a kiss so loving on my forehead.
this is how i die.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
it began quietly;
starting with
nervous thumbs,
soft chuckles,
and fuzzy migraines
it grew steadfast;
of joy,
old wounds,
and peeps into the keyhole
it turned away in shame;
of black wool,
accusations,
and fear
it was a wonder when bloomed;
of tears varying in kind,
deep diving,
and quiet confessions
it was
is
flourishing
against the odds
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC
... would you return?
wrap your arms around me
the same way you once did
on a sunny day like today?
perhaps if i wish hard enough,
you'd be here to keep me
safe when it's too
quiet.
will i dream the same dream once more?
of icy tiles, neon lights, whispers and
a kiss so slow?
maybe this dream will haunt me 'till
i know what you really taste like.
can i let you hurt me any more?
you said you'd try
not to be the past so
why do you twist the knife
knowing the pain it causes me?
i can only hope for relief to
spare me in my
memories...
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
violets crush my eyes
sunshine caresses my back
maybe this time knives
would snag but i'd mind less
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
sun setting
dreaming of you
with my eyes shut
hoping you feel
me with you
hair tousled
rarity of a grin with
that look in your eyes
hoping that it's enough till
the next time we get home
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:10 AM UTC
i'm running out of things to distract
me from the milky skyline
and patchy green, and
i'm running out of ways to push away the sting that comes with
being reminded of you whenever i
take roadtrips and
holidays that are meant to be serene.
why can't i just forget you?
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
perhaps
my heart was convinced that you were
the one
but alas my brain had always knew better,
she always knew-
perhaps
i was in love with the idea of you and
it wasn't a healthy idea to
kiss and caress.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
thin air created addiction in me-
of cotton, spice, and the ocean.
yet i distrust my nose, in spite of my blooming, ageless hope;
sometimes it picks up on sequences that aren't mine to chase.
is it selfish to say that all i've ever wanted was a chance for your heart?
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
resting against each other's backs
proved to be easy, didn't it?
this shade of warmth is my favorite.
a warmth that doesn't need coaxing or bumrushed physical contact, but instead;
it is tender, fizzy and homely.
much endearingly like rolling about in a favorite sweater.
i'd like to to think this warmth is more durable than a sweater. don't you?
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC
my face burns from staring
into the dark this long
probing the whirs and ticks for anything
that could just h e l p me b r e a t h e
i catch myself slipping
through springs in my bed
intertwining with the scent of you-
the smallest of grins peppered only for i-
cool dry air circulates this lonely bed
and i hurt all over, wishing to be kissed
yet i know such a thing will remain a faraway dream, tender and sweet
the snap in my chest fries my nerves.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC