and new union..
Knife and fork
for inner rising
in new strength..
Surgery on high
removed a rib
A line reading
and stimulates a
The most brilliant thing
You said it was
Like a heart surgery
But he was only a
Surgeon in training
And had neglected to
That it was only
Exploratory cardiac surgery;
And it was just for his
(He couldn't have carried
Out a simple angioplasty?)
That he cut the aorta
That's what you said
And his curiosity subsided;
And he left as you bled.
Someone I know used a brilliant metaphor the other day.
I feel sorry for the moon for what he has to see every night.
The madness of people that only shows when the sun leaves.
I feel sorry for the moon, he cannot run away.
I'm too selfish to let him go.
I know he suffers from his undying love for the sun.
I know he whispers apologies in the night air hoping for the sun's forgiveness.
I know the sun will never listen.
I feel sorry for the moon for he is alone and can never live without the sun.
I feel sorry for the moon for the shame he carries on his back.
Heavy and hidden.
I'm falling for the moon and he will never know.
Most days I find it hard to look in the mirror.
I convince myself that nobody would miss me.
If I were gone,
My scars tell stories that I wish I could keep,
I cry for no reason.
And have trouble figuring out the way I'm
Suppose to function,
When my mind is such a scary place..
*But I got out of bed this morning,
That's a start...
They say that
once you've grown up,
you're going to make
I ask you,
Have you done
Mistakes that are worth
of many dreams
you wished to pursue,
crushed by any of our
I tell you,
my dear beloved heart,
It was idiotic,
but dear heart,
are just chances
and see it
it was a huge
where are you now?
You've gone through enough.
you can be
the wingless angel
that few can adore.
you can be
a hornless demon
that everyone cursed for.
we slept to drugs and loud music
hopping in cars, drinking beers, cutting our hair
with stick and poke tattoos that faded and
lips that's touched each other's and the taste
of salt from tears and she's a sunset,
she's the greeting to the moon coming home
she's the safety and comfort of a lover and
the anger and hope of a parent
we fell to soft, kind boys at the same time
with bandaged hearts and arms holding to
each other for strength and love
with big ideas and dreams and
stars in our eyes to match and
i am the sunrise, the kiss goodbye when
he leaves for work or school or for
another woman and i am the joy of a
child for exciting news and warmth of a
mother for devastation and we're full of
so much love.
she the waxing moon and i, waning
and we compliment each other to make
one big light that floods the ground with
sparkles in our energy
for my soul mate boo-bestie-baebae: maddi