and the way
I held onto you,
as if my soul would ache
if the universe pulls us away;
made me understand
that I have missed you
for a thousand lifetimes.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
you said you loved me,
a single lilac among others.
prettier, you said.
sweeter, softer.
you loved my delicacy,
sense of solitude,
my endearing growth.
however,
sprouts whither,
and I find
myself asking
why must you
always turn back
to smell
the roses.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
if ever they come for the bones of us;
for the hearts of us;
for the whole of us;
I'll fight until my very last breath
for everything that is you.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
So, please, take my soul by the throat,
and crack my ribs with a fist full of longing.
Bend my body over the promise of forever
and take me down with a narrative that is ours
for this life means nothing,
when my time isn't broken by you.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
We once orbited the same light,
mirrored as a faded sun
within our own withered hearts,
and fighting wretched gravity
for the sake of each other's love.
We now exist on parallel planets,
waving politely in solar flares
and burning black holes
through the long, dark nights.
I just wish you missed me too.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
Ever seen a ribbed-up heart
full of bone-caged love?
Thing beats like a wild animal
stuck behind bars.
And it's always screaming
someone's name.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
It was one of those crisp, clear nights
when the moon begs you to run away,
and the wind whispers,
"you should never look back."
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
I breathed it into her,
as if words could heal a wound;
"Make me better.
Make me whole.
Fill me with your world."
And words became movements,
and movements became a dance,
and our hearts became the music,
and this music is a trance
of sinful, vile,
shameless, evil,
vicious, mad romance.
Come on, baby.
Tear me in two.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
Once upon a distant life,
lived a silken girl of feathery whims,
who loved a rocky, stone-faced man.
She waltzed into his courtyard daily,
and danced for the likes of waxen daisies,
pushing love up 'round his feet.
And by the changing moon
or the wispy wind
he finally let her brightness in
and he took her hand
in a petaled land
and they waltzed until the sun fell in.
.....because love knows no bounds.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
Picking up bottle caps off the city sidewalks,
and collecting pretty pennies in a jar.
Rubbing copper faces for luck
instead of simply looking up,
She misses all the billboard love
stapled to the sky above.
Weaving through the concrete streets,
dodging skyscrapers on tiptoe feet,
she's just blowing in the breeze -
sleep, wake up, repeat.
She's a windy thing, herself,
she's an angel raising hell
with the scent of midnight cigarettes.
She's a nightmare in a burning dress.
She's an empty wishing well.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC