little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

If I didn't have a stage,
I'd be dead by now

He breathed her in as if she were his only source of oxygen

i can't remember
what it's like to sleep in sheets
that don't smell like you

the day we went to the aquarium
was the day i decided to let myself fall
in love with you, and by 11:54 that
night i was practically suffocating
under the weight of words i did not
know how to say, so i simply took your
hands in mine and hoped that you
could read between the songs that i
whispered as you fell asleep.

we aren't much older
now, but wiser nonetheless,
and i have figured it out

~

Darkness invades
The depths of your soul
You stare into nothing again

Tear stained illusions
Carved in the alley
Shadows foreboding descend

Labyrinth branches
Woven temptations
Blistering quick on the heel

Blind definitions
Of splintered emotions
Soiled the whispers you feel

Dance with the keeper
Slightly off balance
Break, never yearning to bend

Darkness invades
The depths of your soul
You stare into nothing again