I am a black hole
Take all that is told
Twist it to half-truths
Send it somewhere unknown

April , summer chased me
May, you came to stay
June, July adored me
August you went away

Hold my hand, he said when the waves got big
The current took him instead

I will not speak sweetly
You must sleep with the cacophony
the guilt growing louder in your mind
and a lingering ringing  in your ears

I will not say goodnight
You must sleep with the bitterness,
The scorn burning your throat
and an acrid taste upon your lips

Poetry is for the sad
And those who are in love
I qualify both as neither
And all of the above

I’m sleeping on raw skin
And fire behind my neck
And swollen eyes
And swollen lies
And lucid dreams melting

I’m sleeping on the prospect of open arms
and warm skin
and caffeine in the morning
so my mind can wonder
and burn itself out
and rehydrate with sleep
and put out the ever embers

But you brought me deep sleep once
And I woke up in time to send you on your way
And  to burn and scald my skin and heart
And sleep amongst the night fires

The ebb and flow
The Technicolor let go


I want my life back