There is blood on the brain,
Your hair on my floor,
Your glass still on my table
To evidence the night before.
You were a kindness,
My fantasy, my misery;
Blowing smoke out of the open door.
Brief surrender under the shelter of
Our shared and selfish storm.
You brushed your teeth in the mirror,
Heard you sing as you tied your shoes.
It was all you as you stared at your phone,
As I disappeared from your easy view.
You were vague and authentic,
Quick to the bone; the truth.
A desert scene of transparency-
I held you high and soft
Beneath the neutral moon.
There is warmth after rain
From where your light came through.
Sat here again, a drink in hand,
Toasting the shadow of you.
the red wine slurs
that stain my teeth
boil behind bones.
your crimson hurt
and clumsy feet
shake this glass home.
the cracks creep up
and take their hold,
crush the veins that
had gave them gold.
you are not mining for coal, you
take what you want and now you'll go.
my blood underneath your nails,
secrets that were not mine to tell.
I've realized that I love hard
In the moment I can suffocate love
before it has even been born.
I rush in, in fear of loosing it.
And when they knock me back
I fall apart.
I can say that I'm strong all that I want but I'm not
and even this is just playing the victim
oh woe is me oh woe is I
suffocating love before it can cry.
oh woe is we oh woe is us...
or is it just me that cant see when enough is enough
wow its been a minute hasn't it since I posted....hoped you liked it!
will not become complete,
without a center.
cannot be defined.
Why should we
of small gods?
is a gift of unknown.
oxygen water and food or is that all
to make us living beings
I look into the skies often and question
the reasons we have
and fascinations with fireworks
enjoy so much the arts
sigh when seeing a Monet
cry when listening to a sonata
make connections with a poem
strive so hard to describe creation
like comedies watch tragedies
make stories up
have holidays and count our
religions believe in more,
is the calendar
the heartbeat more