It’s not the desire
to be like them,
it’s the desire
to be better;
it’s the need
for control.

Gasping
for your words
has left
me
breathless.

Searching
for your lies
that only
tell
me truths.

And holding
onto truths
that only
spill
your lies,
leave me wondering
why;
I was never
good enough.

Her heart
was a sunset
of
self-destruction

I spilt coffee

on myself

and stained

my shirt;

exactly

how I allowed

for you to stain

my heart.

"...to live again."

As I meld back into the
scarred infinity,
daffodils blossom
in my frostbitten dimples
giggles run wild,
over the slumbering
reminiscence,
the tide's ebbing away
slow and sure,
I kiss the raindrops goodbye,
yet,
the child inside,
never seems to die.


"I wish..."