Summer melts away
like a soft serve
Neopolitan
ice cream
cone upon
your lips
then mine,

and today
greets you
like a taste
that is
new,

and
it's taste
releases
old tired
tears to be
forgotten,

like adolescent
nursery rhymes
that your
mother sang
to you.+

that were
your everything
for awhile.

but now  you
are awake
and life is
everything
before you,

and the morning
like a new
lover breaks
before my

eyes.

Bright appearance
Blue eyes
All those little lies

Treating me like nothing
Sometimes there
Acting like you care

Maybe you do
I know you’re not here anymore
And with that let me say
I no longer mourn

your silence screams my name
captivating my desire

but it's all in my head

because my ears long for the words
that will never be said

Just friends we promised
"Nothing more"
He said as he pulls me to the floor...

That night I went to bed with a *****.
He left before dawn...

He uses me but I dont mind
God help me...
I've fallen for a *****...

Have you ever sat down and waited for a friendship to end?

they only wanted to rule the world
with a cast ironed fist
"one more, one more"
until we inevitably kiss

oh, i'm talking about hiking now
thinking about paints
doing much less
whilst lifting my weight;

"can we talk about Marx yet?"
"sure - i never finished though;
i get bored"
"why do they call you james?"
"ask my dad"
"i'd like that - now?"
"not now"
"how come?"
"i need to do the gardening - the grass is too long"
"have you read Marx yet?"
"nearly"
"nearly?"
"yes - nearly;
i'm planning on voting first"
"a light bulb needs changing"
"yeah -
do we have any framed pictures of us yet?"
"no - the lightbulb?"
"yeah - the lightbulb"
"what do we do when finished?"
"nothing - leave. smoke"
"i get you - thank you"

never read Marx. never smoked. paid her. left.
car broke down. called her. stayed. married.
went into the garden.
smoked. read Marx.
bought a lightbulb.
framed pictures. paid her again.
my name is her

sweet sanctuary.

love that warms me
inside out
kind eyes
open palms
an intrinsic
incomprehensible pull
towards you.
towards rest.

I don’t fight it.
why would I want to?

she was
shadow cast
born of dark
eyes like jewels
and a starry night sky
night dew as her tears
moon dust in her lungs
the moths were her butterflies
fireflies, her halo
she was
shadow cast

is this my insecurity,
or my intuition speaking?

the two “ i’s “
one will keep you safe,
the other will destroy.
maybe it’s a mix of both.
maybe you make me feel
like this and
it’s a red flag.
crimson, ruby, blood.
beautiful and altogether devastating.

I keep going around in circles.
everything is so simple
in your head
and so convoluted
in mine.

it’s unfair.