a breath on my tongue
flimsy and pathetic
strangled sounds from my lips

clearly un-done
my hands unwrap my face
from all your words
that tasted cool to the touch

but not enough greenery
jeering giggles and
fortifying glares

a word in my throat
jammed, slammed, shunned

be gone Angels
I can't do you anymore

White over black
redact, delete, erase

Words
duly uninspired
down, drops my world

My hopes
in my closet
drawers slammed shut

I can't wear them no more
itchy, rough linen
it wasn't mine to begin with

so it goes
down, with my world

And now, I see
my drawers are white
and my hopes were black

I have lied
I have been so jealous of you
Your glittering family, words overdue
And all the green paper you can draw

I have wanted to be you
my girl, a searing fire, whenever I saw you
light sheen of sweat over my hands
clutched together, lips clammed

I have seen nothing
but yet want everything
because it's you;
your words, your touch, your life

And most of all
I want to watch you fall
Away or closer, for me or for else
I cannot -bear- you being perfect

A mockingbird mocks
She hardly hears

The twinkling sound
of stars falling in her eyes

Her mind is too far away
Strayed in the light-speed
of the found and the lost

Dizzy, is she
She feels trapped
Inevitability of the universe

She is just that mockingbird
She hears

The world hears neither of them
But both can pretend

My eyes flick shut and time has passed me by
Your liquor and money had caught me in a high
There's something burning inside me now

Unaware I could have been pure til the rain
White dress draped around me like a chain
But no, I must tear you off my skin

Your words have made me doubt my own spirit
Bent me over like a punch to the gut
But you could not gauge the glow inside me now

I will drown you with fire, I vow
I am not water or a flower or a delicacy
I am a raging star, a wrathful beauty

And you will watch as I push you- you fall
Until all you are left is a mere regret
And I will have -in full- paid my debt

I have spent too many hours looking at the screen
I searched again for words that'll make me feel complete
but all I write is something that I'd heard before
and my words all look like you

this fountain of boredom never drys
in my body you will find
a path that you can never reach
but you won't seek it

you'll abandon me.

my strings have all been cut
untethered, I drape myself over you
all your sharp edges sliding into my round skin

I write too many poems about you

so are you happy
at least one of us should be