S - Hello Poetry

S Mar 2014

"classy girls don't kiss in bars, you fool."

sometimes
i miss you
but i don't know how to grieve.
so i go the place we used to go
and i kiss a boy who is not you
through drunken lips and a fuzzy brain.

i miss you
and i think i have forgotten how to be.

S Mar 2014

moonshine girl

i know a girl who has eyes with glints of moonshine and hair the colour of sultry july nights.
her laugh sounds like a waterfall falling straight from the heavens, tumultuous and warm and full of sky.
her lips are like perishing lilies, and her smile reminds me of home.

i know a girl who looks at me in a way that makes my heart beat in my ears and under my skin, fragile, so very fragile.
she holds me under the starry sky, and i feel untouched and pure and like I am hers.

i know a girl with the moon in her eyes.
i drink in the sight of her like a chalice, like she is holy water, until i am no longer godless.

inspired by the quote "if she is a goddess then i am no longer godless"

S Mar 2014

vacant.

yesterday you were here and
today you are gone.

you are an artist
or at least you were.
your actual art was displayed in the half-healed cuts
and the bloodstains on white sweater sleeves
rather than in paint and canvas.

they lowered you into an empty coffin yesterday
your cuffs were buttoned.

i couldn't help but remember all the times you had thrown away the cuff links
displayed your scars and your tattoos and your cigarette burns for the world to see.

you are gone today, my love.

they told me it would hurt
and that I wouldn't know where to turn
they told me it was okay to hurt
they told me it was good you were gone
they told me what you did was a sin
but they never told me that i would feel so completely, so utterly
empty.

S Mar 2014

conversations with myself.

he told me he loves me today
(you know he doesn't mean it)
do you think he'll ever me-
(no)
am I worth it?
(no)
am I worth it?
(yes)
I think I'm beginning to forget about him.
(a part of you will always hold on to the darkness)
I regret existing.
(so give up)
I regret talking to people.
(don't talk to them)
I regret living.
(you don't live, you exist)
I want to live.
(no response)
I'm not okay
*(you will be.)

S Mar 2014

iron & wine

you are iron
and he is wine

you flow through my veins. with every heartbeat
I feel you dissipate into my muscle and nerve and sinew
I cannot escape you.

he visits, occasionally. he intoxicates me.
with laughter and love and fake smiles
he beats through my blood. he conquers the iron
but only for a while.

you are iron and you are everywhere, you are the song of my heart and the pulse at my throat.

he is wine, he is stardust and lipstick stains on white sheets, a stray tear and an angry word.

I want iron, but I have wine.

— The End —