before I knew it,
the words came spilling out
and fell onto the
dining room floor.
they took each tooth
inside my mouth
as they poured,
bare cavity collapsing.
stare at the mirror;
there’s nothing left.
there’s nothing here
to see.

retract the roots restricting my lungs.
you despise how I can still breathe
without you standing next to me,
holding the bones you have undone.

there is power in destruction
and intentions in your lies,
disdain glowing in your eyes,
of illusion’s interruption.

why won’t you just pull the knife?
why would you just end this life?
you could watch as I bleed out,
as I give all I have to give
one last time.

his cigarette danced the way
my lips wanted to trace the skin
it graced. life is much easier
when the only thing you let in
holds you softly in blurred edges.
let me lift the pain from your chest,
let me be your crutch when the rest
of the whole world won’t stop spinning.

I can blur the edges, you'll see
if you would just let me in.

raise me from this grave.
I hope the ground stains your hands
from the life you stole.

I confess to be terrified
of the tears across the lines
of collecting wasted time,
left in a room full of ghosts.

the spine of this book has broke
and the edges you tucked away
now broken off, leaving frayed
illusions, that this was how it
was. how it's always been.

I heard your whisper and
it broke, giving way to air.
your shadow’s edges
slowly rot into
the pages’ rips and tears.

expectations ring around
the fragile glass of champagne
party favors tracing the
tracks of the damage done.

you weren’t there to hold my hair,
I said ‘good night’ to the floor
of a stranger’s living room
soaked with my blood stains and ***.

these Friday nights without you
leave me emptier each time,
longing for what was once mine
but now dissolved in the sun.