the memories spread through my mind
much like a bush fire
they do not make me warm anymore
they burn me and make my skin peel
they torture me with lies and a forced “i love you”
it feels like i’ve called 911 hundreds of times
but nobody can help us
surrounded by fire and slowly melting
screaming each other’s names til our voices are hoarse from the smoke
the flames have devoured us
nothing is left but a pile of ash

i was once told
flowers will stay alive as long as there is love

we tuck ourselves in and say our goodnights
on my right are the flowers you got me
darling, the roses are dead.

the heart is the most touched
yet cannot be held
do not let it be broken
by those who are not worthy
give it to a lover who bears warm arms
and endless words of poetry
water it with a soft hand
and it’s vines shall stretch for miles
sing it the heartfelt songs of a childhood
one dreams of
and the nightmares will disappear

i must find the light in me
so that i may guide myself
through the darkest days without you
i must hold my own hand
as yours is not in sight
my eyes are closed, but i will find my way

to the end of the tunnel i go

i undressed my secrets for you
articles of clothing thrown around
like words on a chalkboard
wrinkled and left to sit
unspoken
where have you gone
my world is moving in reverse now  
and my zipper is coming back up

empty promises are full
filled with unplanted flowers
by the voices of our loved

the seeds whisper ***** words
that are used against us
they are manipulation
in its most exquisite form

we are completely blinded
we are fooled to think it’s love
let me tell you a secret
empty promises are not

you placed me in your box
and taped all 4 sides down
you were kind enough to leave
a small quarter-sized hole
allowing me to breathe
every night
you would whisper cruel words
but some nights your heart took over
and you touched my soul
each day, the hole got smaller and smaller
until i was trapped under my own lungs
waiting for your evil whispers