I told the first one I loved him
It was the lie of the year
Though I thought I meant it
In a great twist
With a cracked mirrored view at my face
I was left abandoned and I found my own pride
I wrecked havoc and went on a battle
Wounding myself with my own words
Left on the empty battlefield
Wrapped in white straps
Running away from the wardens


The second one
Cherished him for days
He pulled the shards from my own heart
Only for me to push them into his
My heart hates me for it
And so does he
The day he forgives me might be the day I feel free

The third, and last
Wasn't supposed to happen
My emotions rebelled against the rest of me
Deciding to take charge
But like all great escapades
It turned into an epic battle
With me fighting me, and me fighting his heart
No one won
No great parties were had
No applauding from the crowd
He drowned
I was sleepwalking
And held him underwater

There is no fourth, who knows if there will ever be
I pity him already for wanting to be near me
Something inside of me wants him to stay away
In the shadows
Away in a distant land
Though I want to see his face
Know if he can handle the demons latched to my skin
And the darkness in my head
I want to feel warmth under my skin
And peace in my heart

What can you make from a broken heart?
Does it mend together with invisible stitches, going back together perfectly
Seamless like silk
Does it come back with thicker skin that needs a bit more of time's love to come good once more
Does it break like glass, loud and sharp, every piece ready to rip the rest of you up, never to be in its pristine condition again?

Can it go back into the rhythm it had, or is the beat out of sync, never hearing the song it used to sing, lost forever in time and space?
Can a broken heart be nurtured back to something perfect? Is it lost?
Or, can the broken heart be cradled, cocooned with new hands, giving it rebirth? How much time would that need? How much love, care?

Perhaps nothing can be done of the broken heart
So it must be discarded.
Maybe it cannot be so easily left in the dust, so new hands hold it, treasure it like its own,
Maybe
Just maybe
It will beat again.

Being an adult is realising the monsters under your bed are nothing compared to the ones in your head.

An echo called to me last night
At first I thought it was the cat but he was curled up and sound asleep
So I went to the window that held the moon full and bright
And waited.
And waited a bit more,
But nothing, not even a peep.
I went to sit back down at my desk to attempt a poem
But this time I heard a moan
Was it a moan? Maybe something more like a groan,
So I padded back over to the window with the moon high and bright.
That’s where I saw him.
He had dragged himself from the park
Limping with his broken arm draped over his chest, covering his heart.
I walked over to the cat, stroked his long, warm fur.
Then grabbed my shovel and went downstairs
To finish what I started.

Everyone loves you when you're dead
they send you love and hold your loved ones
the men pretend they have no feelings
children are the confused ones
while women spit fire at each other
but it's their way of dealing.

Everyone loves you when you're dying
their words are poetic
eggshell floors and open doors
non-believers become prophetic.

Everyone loves you when you're dead
no matter if you were a ghost to your children
a monster to your wife
or slayed ten thousand men,
no matter if you lied for a living
or sheltered the grieving
if you instigated heartache
or didn't even know their last name.

Everyone loves you when you're dead
you were never a thought in their own little head
yet they will weep at your grave
where everyone sings glory to your name because they knew you so well.
Was she a teacher?
perhaps she worked at the corner store
oh he loved a man-
and they hated it
"but now I feel bad for his partner"
"she was bullied by my child"
"by unknown faces,
the poor thing"
"he destroyed our lives,
oh, the poor thing".

You will return to the earth
you will be dirt, maggot or ash
you will disappear
be whispers in the breeze
or nourish the ground you trod over
yet they will sing your name with memorable glee
because everyone loves you when you're dead.

It can be silent
Then suddenly break free
with the intensity of fireworks flooding a dark, thick sky.

It slinks in the dark
Terrifying you to your core
Making you vulnerable to the only truth amongst lies.

We will **** for it
Consume it's flesh and moan with it's blood trickling down our throats
But it does the same to us
It devours all but leaves only a few sane enough to see its destruction
It laughs at the damaged and wrecked while humbling us in our sleep.

It kills you
Gently
Quietly
While caressing your eyes with tears
It knows nothing of mercy
Yet makes us cry with pleasure
Because though we are scared of it
God, how we crave it.

It’s in their DNA
Hidden between crisp suits
Paying the mortgage
And battling their impulses

Beneath their coat beats a heart bursting to screech
To break out and run towards the moon
One finds their perfect sync
Their wavelength lover
Perfect partner

The female can hunt just as much as her different half
She plays a cool, flippant character
But don’t underestimate her lust
She can hunt with the best of them
She can scream with the best of them

The male is the awkward but seductive hero in this story
His name brings women whimpering
I think the men do too
He can slink with the best of them
He can claim a lover like the best of them

Years later
Moons renewed
The female finds the male
Their coats carrying the same hue
And as she salivates over every breath he takes
She prays he wants him just as much as she does him
Maybe it was in the stars
Or perhaps the other creatures were sleeping
The hounds shed their fur and moaned at the warmth

Skin uncovered
Legs parted
Lips sore and cracked
With backs glistening
Tonight they love each other so much
He loves how she feels
She loves what he does to her
In the morning they’ll hate each other for just that

This is their wavelength
Between frequencies humans cannot hear
How intertwined their bodies and heartbeats really are