Oh I think it was a Tuesday
You were sleeping
In almost the highest spot in the building
Your ghosts never disturbing
The seams of your dreams
Oh what a day to ignore the mourning
I awake since Monday
Stitch my jeans for they keep
Falling apart by the knees
I try to hide the pink and purples
Of each thing pretend I don’t need
Then out of something I can’t dream
I see this red all around me
maybe I should gather my things
But instead I throw them out on the street
I burn in the building
Just to slip out of sighting you
So I start to
Transform in my dorm
Catch the flame and let it
Oh how I used to be boiling
Steaming I see the leaves and grass
Oh I think you would call this crass
Now you are just so worried
That all this ash might
Color your back
So you speak your to forest of agrees
Until you see the fire of me
I so welted so red
So sore so losing
So much breath
I think you cheated
But you just took the steps
So I let the piece of me be last
thing you feel of me
I make you choke
then you speak
About how I
maybe a kitchen maybe the stairs
There were pages written by you
Pilled up but there’s only one
You wrote it mostly for fun
See it was so late
That I would calll it Mourning
you were writing
By the light of the candle
Because electricity is just so boring
So at 4:49am on Tuesday
Left the stair
Left the light and the pages there
Then when to sleep
Without a single worry
you once drew me with your hand around my neck
told me weeks after with embarrassment and regret
a year later and now
if I saw that on her pinterest board
it would fit
i tie myself to her every blue move
then try to pull out,
the knot in myself
follow you both home
then bruise in the black
hide in the bush
you’ve been beating around
write my petty poems
swallow my love
feel the cold creep
the glossy warmth
you hold i now
cradle memory to my
unlatch my tongue
from my loyal teeth
let the blood run
into someone else’s mouth
you know I’ve always seen in green
It is 10 pm and I’m shrinking again. the familiar shame that is causing me to concave, But I don’t want to die, just wanted to.
I am just tired of light feeling like cheating. I am tired of nutrients becoming a nuisance, Do you hear it snap and curl and twist inside you? or does your leaves get baptized with your healthy? can you grow without thinking about the darkness of your shadow? no? you mean you oxidize each exhale as if it was your own?
He said write about a seed
write about the trees
write about the happy that grows all around me
I think she was always sad
I know this from the way she shut herself in.
Called me her home.
Never acknowledge how we were a part of a bigger hole.
I think she was always different
I know this from the way she pruned her imperfections.
Called me her cage.
Never said what made her hide herself away.
I think she once loved her brother
I know this from the way once came inside.
Called him in.
Never described him with distaste.
I know she will one day be okay
I think this because I can't take away the thing I once caged.
Called her human.
Never will be able to take away her pain.
The room that held my broken promises said something today.
I would set my body aflame if it meant I would feel
warmth from you
I am in love with the way you avoid me
It reminds me of myself