We would’ve been so happy together,
Had we sat
And talked
And listened.
But we were both selfish
And needed the other to beg,
But we’ve never been beggars.
But now
Your heart is colder.
Were I to lift a plastic cup and beg
For your affections,
I’m sure,
You would show your empty pockets,
Shrug with forced sympathy
And continue on your way.

And I wondered for a long time
How I would ever believe again
When I was told I could be loved
Forever.
I thought about
The way the words fell off your tongue,
Into my lap,
As if they were waiting for me
To scoop them into my pockets
For safe keeping.
But then
You wanted them back.
You emptied my pockets,
And expected to find more,
But I had kept everything.
And we both knew
At that time,
At the end,
Everything
All along
Had
Never
Been
Enough.

He told me
Not with his lips,
And, God, I loved to watch those lips
How they formed words with silky casualty,
Planting careful grenades
Softly ticking until his absence.
It wasn't in the way he looked at me,
But, Jesus, those eyes
Lashes stronger than hurricane winds
With strength to whip,
Not with his hands,
Even when they couldn’t stay at his sides any longer,
Passion does that to a man’s limbs
Sends them flinging and pointing and carrying more of the conversation than he ever could with words alone.
A long-limbed tree whipping in hurricane lashes.
You were so beautiful
My kind of beautiful

Cut the silence
Like that slice of cake
You didn't want
A bite of.
Now you're swallowing it
Like the words
You refuse to let spill
From your lips.
Now sugar coated
In icing
Never too cold,
But always frosty.

Sometimes,
Sometimes writing is the greatest challenge I feel i will ever face.
It's simple, no?
Pen to paper,
Ink stains in lines and dots and curves
looped and twisted,
curiously carrying subjective significance.
Though uniform,
Every letter as individual as its creator.
Different and the same all at once.
In
a
way
Humans are those letters.
Minuscule components of grander meaning,
Each possessing undeniable importance,
To system and stability
Gluing together the hasty marks of history.
"United we stand, divided we fall"
Order and structure, survival for all.

Freckled skin
A universe
Baby
You're a galaxy
With arms
You're a star
Whose falling
into me
Simmer on low
Just a moment
Let me stare
Star struck

I think that
Some people spend their lives
Settling
Settling here
Settling there
Thinking, there's always next time,
But what happens
When there isn't a "next time"
When you've spent your last penny
On something you didn't even want.
You learn that
You can't cuff the arms of the clock
And call it yesterday