Like a shallow pond-
All hope is lost for the fish
swimming in the end.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 10:03 AM UTC
I'm at the point now where even the weight of air on my skin hurts.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
A heartbeat- loud enough to drown out the sounds.
Gypsy rings- the ones that turn your finger green.
A fire- crackling past the perfectly pitched logs.
A silver chain- tangled and twisted like a drunken memory.
Chipped nail polish- fragmented in the shapes of places you have never been.
The lifeline on your left hand- too short for you to get anywhere that you want to go.
A faded tattoo- the one that you regret like your eleventh drink last night.
The red string around your wrist- the one that looks like trickles of blood when it is wet.
The laminated bookmark- the one you ever so eloquently placed in my heart and walked away.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 2:34 PM UTC
You and I, we weren't
supposed to be compatible.
The horoscopes even said so.
Our lines, they overlap creating mystery.
You wonder if I know what you did.
I wonder if you know what I am doing.
Back and forth on this tightrope of trickery.
"I have too much baggage."
"Well, I could go on a trip around the world twice."
The stars must have aligned in our favor that night.
In that glittering glimpse of hope,
when your lips collided with mine,
we sparked a match that set the city ablaze.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC