little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

You text me
When you're drunk
At the bar
Looking for a ride home.

And I reply
Because you're drunk
And texting me
And I know what that means.

So I get on my shoes
And get in my car
And pick you up
Because you're drunk.

I take you to your late-night fast food
And back to your house
And I go inside
Because you're drunk.

I like you
When you're drunk

You smile
And laugh
And kiss me
When you're drunk.

You pull my hair
And hold me close
And love me
When you're drunk.

I get to stay the night
And hear you talk about the future
And I'm happy
When you're drunk.

I love you
But I have a hard time
Liking you
Except when you're drunk.

And maybe it will **** me
Spending my life
Waiting for a man
Who's only around at night

But I can't leave
Because somewhere inside of you
Is a man that I love
Except that he's drunk.

How is it to feel
like an almost dead fish
drying out under the sun
listening to the sand rolling by
watching with one eye
helplessly beside the ocean
but not inside of it
saturated with nothing
helpless
not dead
yet helpless

I ask do you care
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I knew this before
You ruined me to the core

I was crying
Before I went
I really did not want this to end
Sat down under the light
Waiting to see your drunk
face in the night


I will never force you to love me
But if you love me I won’t mind
Promise me you won’t change your mind

I’m a slave to you
You’re a slave to drugs
We’re both poisoned by the things we touch
Don’t you think
It’d be better for us
if we broke this triangle of love

It’s a choice we make
The decision we take
But if Mandy comes
I’ll be replaced
Give me something to hug
Give me something to take
I don’t wanna be in this much pain

I want you to be addicted to me
the way you are to her
But I’m not gonna stop you
We’re both guilty in our own ways
I understand you because
I’m doing just the same

and rhyming poems
always feel forced
to have to
compromise
to certain words

it’s not their fault.
the words don’t match
the thougths
they want
to express