1500 seconds after, I tripped over my own boots.
I fell onto the sidewalk and scraped my knee,
a dusty indigo mark.
today i might’ve made a friend;
she asked to share my notes and I gave her the date.
I forced my arm into the closing train doors
because i was taught to fight for what you need.
I let my words flow and ebb and my thoughts consume me,
follow my veins up my pallid legs through my fingertips,
and let them sink me.
because you taught me to journal.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
the last time I wrote my hair was shorter,
copper, colourful and vivid.
I wait because that’s what I was taught to do;
you bleed until what you crave consumes you.
until your head is afflicted by the fervid, dark feelings.
when I crawl around my every day, I find pieces of you.
in plantain chips and Plato.
in wool coats and white coffee mugs.
it's impossible to tear myself from you.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
Deep in the sea,
You are my book--
Pages living within my soul--
Sweet honey letters battering against my heart.
It took blank pages, empty silences;
You were the one that took the longest to write.
Because you, and only you, are the scholar.
The chains in the sea pulling at my heart,
Words filled with unfaltering reason.
Reason that melts into silence.
Honey.
The page you tore out; it cannot be forgotten.
It lives inside of my ribcage.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
Your love--or your lack of it--is sending me into a spiral.
One minute you are here, alive and ardent,
The next, you are my ghost.
You are the wave that is drowning me,
The box that is suffocating me,
The sun that is blinding me.
We have danced around this for so long:
The empty souls are coming--
But we are still standing here.
Perfect.
Imperfect.
Racing inevitably towards the end.
Please don’t let me go.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
You are all of the blistering colours swirling in my head;
The indigo waves and the copper sunrise,
You are the white light that refracts and sends
All of your miraculous colours to my dark corners.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
Relatively;
They’re traced back to your hand.
Where the lakes meet the palatial forests,
Ensconced by a foreign land,
Ink stains, summer ice cream, soccer matches.
They spell what raised you from the ground.
Farther;
They pull you to the motherland.
Whispering to you in unfamiliar characters,
On a train across the vast verdant terrain,
Reliving the arduous lives of your predecessors.
You are a product of cold animosity and two rivals.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
She walks;
A single sole scuffing the solid earth,
A pebble thrown into empty silence,
The night embracing the wisps of her hair,
Down to her frigid fingertips.
She screams;
An empty howl
As constant as the wind,
Waiting for another soul to entwine with.
She reaches out:
Honey,
Just sit down
And
Bleed.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
You share my blood, yet for so long
We never quite saw eye to eye.
You still grasped my hand and held it.
You never let go.
A twin, I suppose, is what you are.
A mirror image of me, a dream-self.
In a richer life. One full of lustrous adventures.
Marching down a cobblestone street;
Sipping sweet secrets in a foreign land;
Fighting the enemy, calling out in triumph.
Perhaps you are a lesson, maybe a vision.
One that beckons me to go further.
Calls to keep growing. Becoming.
For four fervent years
We have shared our hearts, every fiber of our soul
Has bled into each others veins.
And when the day comes, please know.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC
You’re the only one I need.
Running from the late night doubts,
You’re the arms I crave.
You;
A mellow, present cure
For my tentative, diamond heart.
Tell me you love me
Then stay.
Hold me, hear me, have me,
Then leave.
Tell me you love me and run.
Brush off your hands and hold me,
So I don’t run.
So I can’t hide.
Force me
To make up my mind,
To stay or break or mask,
To destroy or to flourish.
Hold my hand and run.
With me.
Home.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
I never told you I would leave.
Us;
In an airplane over Russia;
Our feet slipping into skates too small;
Sipping a distinctive type of chai.
You know me too familiar.
When I shiver, so do you.
We speak in our own language,
One in which the light bends
From your sapphire eyes;
One in which we are twins.
We burn together.
in summer.
To be free.
<I love you in every transatlantic mile.>
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC