Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
N Mar 2021
It is death
that I want

Not the warmth
she brought  

Not orchids
next to my bed

Not another
burning sunset

Not the joyful
songs of Icarus

It is but death
I yearn for
N Mar 2021
My heart is grief,
my skin is blood,
my voice is silence,
my soul is loneliness,
and my promise is broken
N Mar 2021
There are certain things
I cannot explain such as

This suffocating flesh  
This howling knife
This harmful yearning   
This hungry heart
N Mar 2021
Grief sleeps in my bed,
and I lay awake on the floor

She hides the sun
and spits in my coffee

I have known her only for five months,
but she has consumed me completely

She is me,
and I am my grief
N Feb 2021
I will heat the soup
you forgot to drink

After I kiss the space
between your eyebrows
N Feb 2021
By the gods, I cannot
bear the possibility of
the morning light kissing
your back as you dream

I fear such tenderness
might be fatal, dear
N Feb 2021
This morning,
I watered the lucky
bamboo you gave me

I kept it near me,
I let it be kissed
by the sun,
I took care of it

Not because
you asked me to,
but because I love you
Next page