I can hear
my thoughts
bouncing around
my mind,
ricocheting
off of my
moments,
and critiquing
my actions.
I have never
understood
how I am so
******* myself
when the world
doesn't even seem
to notice
my biggest
mistakes.
-JRM

we would cry ourselves to sleep in each other's arms
and wake up to a dark sunrise,
counting tear drop stains on our pillows

You are made of

the sea and the stars,

And I'm leaking stardust from
the forgotten bruises the moonbeams tattooed.

I sung a love song
every Saturday
in Latin
a dead language
In love for my dead lover
who died and rose
in love with me

Numb of alcohol
Cigarettes
An early morning
Ambition


That's poetry enough to me

and the moon be still as bright

and the stars and the world

stops shining

and the moon is the only light

the only poetry
is punching keys
here's looking at you kid

what is that sound from within
that wakes you up seven minutes past midnight
and makes you crave a glass of ice cold red wine?
you spend eternal minutes
trying to figure out
which part of your mind won't let you go
back to sleep
and you end up as always
lighting another cigarette and sitting on the window sill
until the sun rises and the birds start
singing again

Can we start all over again?

Let me introduce myself.

We can laugh and talk,
We can fall into desperate curiosity of one another
Again
Relearn what we already know
And give each other
a second chance.