Alex Nabozny

Alex Nabozny Jan 2015

The Test

The test is
How casually I can press my lips
Against his.
While staying both passionate
And disconnected.
I have some faith in my ability
to do this,
Because part of growing up
Is letting go of every expectation.

Revised:

I was taking a test
In how casually I could press
My lips
Against his.
While staying both passionate
And disconnected.
It was ease enough.
Until he opened himself up
And let me in.
Ive been falling for some time
But its not so bad, with his hand in mine.

Alex Nabozny Nov 2013

Suicide

She says
"I'm just exhausted"
As if the proof
isnt written on
her skin.
"They're all just waiting
to see how I break"
But I dont think she will
because
I dont think she can.
But
The smile on her lips
is a half assed solution.
She once said
"I cant comprehend death"
And
I cant help wondering
"Can she comprehend his?"

Alex Nabozny Nov 2013

He named her "Mistake"

He says
"Do you remember
when your name
sat on the tip
of my tongue
And I loved
you more
than I've loved
anyone.
Can you imagine
how it feels
when my friends
and family say
Theyre happy
youre happy
and they hope he
keeps you that way."
I say
"I earned the right
to move on
the night
you made
holding her hand
a bad habbit,
and a question
of your taste."
He says
"I made a mistake
you could have forgiven me."
I say
"I refused to make
the same mistake repeatedly."

Alex Nabozny Nov 2013

Theres more

He says
              I know you don't sleep at night.
              I haven't been doing too well myself.
I say
              I guess I'm really not ready yet.
              I know I need to be moving on as well.

Alex Nabozny Oct 2013

Here, Now

His eyes are as angry
as
his lips are hungry
He says
This is why he needs me.

He holds my hands
like
he never will again
He says
He wont think about leaving.

Alex Nabozny Oct 2013

It's easy

The experts say its easy.
"Stop thinking.
You think to much about..
well everything.
Thats why you're so **** unhappy."
And I wish it was that easy.
As if I could just stop thinking,
pick up my fork
my phone
my life.
As if I could just be happy.

Alex Nabozny Oct 2013

Long fingers, long stories.

His fingers are long,
like the seasons they have seen.
And the stories they depict
His heart is patch upon patch.
He's awfully giving,
when hes receiving.
His tongue is coated in lies
the ones hes spewed and crystalized
so he will remember.