Buttermilk pancakes
and their sweet tasting batter.
Reminds me of when we stood in
your tiny Boston apartment kitchen
trying to cut lemons into slices
that we'd use as chasers
for our alcohol binges.

Sometimes I picture us back
on your roommate's couch
trying to make sense of the
useless television we put on.

The lies didn't cloud my vision
then like they do now.
If only you didn't leave me
like I meant nothing to you.

Champagne drenched tears,
if only you knew how sour
they were tasting as they dripped
down my frigid cheekbones.

The alcohol couldn't burn the taste
of you away, but it numbed me
slightly for only a moment so I could
gain some spine-tingling clarity.

Instagram
is telling me
that it was 87 weeks,
or 613 days ago,
that we last
held hands,
and you pretended
that you loved me.

The last time we
locked eyes
was 43 weeks ago
at our mutual friend's
art exhibit.
304 days ago
we saw each
other last,
and it may be a
lifetime
before that ever
happens
again.

How can such a horrible person
be able to create such beautiful art?

When I pass away,
bury my ashes in the dirt
along with some seeds.
I want to become a Weeping Willow,
the most whimsical and honest tree
in existence.

When humans become sad,
I can provide them with shade, shelter and
safety, casting my branches over them
in a protective embrace.

I’ll know the pain that burdens their
shoulders, for I was once in that same place.
I can listen to their problems when nobody
else will, and be able to understand.

Their tears will provide my soil
with strength to stand
strong and not falter.
The hums of Earth’s sounds will lull
them back to the safety of reality.

The taste of ***** burns my lips
but it doesn't pain me as much
as the abandonment did when
you broke up with me at 2am
in your city apartment.

I'm a honeybee.
You're the smoke
that has molded me like putty
in your calloused hands.
Once I'm out of the hive
that is my soul, you come
in and steal parts of me
I have a hard time creating
and replicating over again.
It was a sweet escape but it
was laced with the fact
you would only use me.
Why did I let you in?