"When did your hair get long?"
Has it really been that long
since my hair got stuck in your mouth?
Isn't that weird that I could have loved you
that much
and we didn't speak for a year.
When did my hair get long?
I was so busy drowned in my misery
that life was going on around me
and I never noticed.
"I should get it cut."
But that's not your business anymore.
I mean I'm ******* your brother.
It's all so ******.

The mountains,
Chalked with snow, Beautiful.

The trees,
Scarred from past lives, Sorrow.

The lake,
Bleeding with life, Stagnant.

The Land,
Specked with people, Oblivion.

I am nothing but footprints in the sand
to him.
Odious, he who left me to fight the tides,
promised me forever.
How long is forever?
                               Three years, two months,
                               Eleven days, an hour
                               and twenty-three seconds.
Now he’s back,
expecting a norm so chimerical.
But, disconsolate as I am,
sleeping ‘til body withered--
crying ‘til eyes dusted--
Yet he’s obdurate to this, my Odious.
No amount of imprecations
can succor this heartbreak.
My armored skin,
antiquated from battles long and harsh--
turned to mere paper against his words.
He has me by the corner,
above the red, red flame
and wants to act like I am not burning.
Such a silver tongue, my Odious,
he can fabricate like no other.

My dear Odious,
     Leave me to fight the tides,
     as I hope your Promethean fever
     leaves you as cold
     and as alone
     as your true heart.
Yours always,
     Detritus

the moment of surprise,
hold of breath,
wandering eyes,
cloudy skies,
crowded place,
elevated space,
racing heart,
i'm fallen apart,
tight grip on your colar,
don't be so bipolar,
red lipstick kisses,
heartbroken pieces,
messy hair,
we are the perfect pair,
only when you leave me,
you will see,
why we were so reckless,
young and careless,
fooling around,
misbehaving without a sound,
our hearts wound,
unfixable,
dismissable.