Haley Rezac

Haley Rezac Mar 2014

I could lay out all of my thoughts
on a rusty wire
for you:
all aligned,
waiting to be picked
poked
prodded
examined
rummaged through;
I could even give you a
magnifying glass
free of charge
to discard the remote possibility
that my thoughts aren't what they seem,
but what ******* good would that do?

I'll be exposed,
my thoughts will be torn and hanging
with only the remnants of who I believed
you were,
and who's going to collect the scraps
after you've gone?

I'll be a thoughtless vegetable,
after all.

Haley Rezac Feb 2014

my poetry is dead

I can no longer
get my point across without
sounding desperate.

Haley Rezac Feb 2014

To the Man She Loves

Don't you know you're in love
with a sad girl

Can't you taste the salt from her tears
in the cracks of her lips

Do you not understand that she holds you so close
because she's paralyzed with fear
that you'll drift away
like every other good memory

The days you aren't there
are the days she morphs into an empty shell
though even when you're kissing her
she's only faking that pretty little smile
you now can't live without

Don't you know you're in love with a sad girl

Can't you see she's in love with you too?

Haley Rezac Jan 2014

Myrtle Beach

I find peace in the
sunrise on this eastern coast--
it doesn't last long.

Haley Rezac Dec 2013

Seasonal Depression

In winter days
as cold as an arctic rush
I find comfort in
the length of your fingertips
grasping the edges of my sanity
and how your dimples show
with every snowflake;

you blush like the summer sun.

Haley Rezac Dec 2013

A Sad & Simple Story

He will tell his
brown-haired, green-eyed sweetheart
"you are the most beautiful girl in the world"
and hopefully she won't believe him
hopefully she'll think of a few months
maybe years
from now
when they're distant from each other
with loose strands of broken bandages
between them
and he's calling
a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl
the most beautiful girl in the world
instead

hopefully she'll spare herself
the false truth
faster than
I did.

Haley Rezac Nov 2013

Daily Inquiries

Today I woke up to you breathing softly on my shoulder; your eyes were closed, though they fluttered when I kissed your temple gently.
You shifted, parted your cracked lips in a sigh as you drifted back towards slumber, and I do recall wondering how on earth you don't see yourself as one of a kind: entirely extraordinary to every impossible extent.