knocks on your door
hey, have you eaten
silence answers me
empty of feeling
i stand for a moment
maybe a moment too long
strike a match of conversations
eye contact too strong
he wandered down the hall
looks like he’s waiting too
my hips on the wall
smirk as if he knew
what was on my mind
look deep inside and would not find
for my thoughts were shallow
temporary tinges, restraint on the hinges
a shuffled playlist on down low
can you hear me now?

her wish list
consists of 2 items:

pink lemonade
and the boy
down the street
selling it

her childhood calls
she forgets to pick up

he has closed up shop
for the day

she will try again tomorrow

she spills her coffee
when reaching for her newspaper

she trips over a stiletto
when searching for a lost earring

she burns her fingers
when testing a batch of cookies

she can’t seem to do a single thing right.

if we could travel the world together
i don’t think we would
we could be anywhere we wanted
and together would be enough

if only the silence that fell
when shock filled the room
would fall upon insolence
like the sword it once was

if you have ever told yourself
that everything happens for a reason
you’re wrong
and if you have ever been
betrayed, you know everyone is
full of ****
anyway